Hump Day Hoedown

When your mom's a proud Texan celebrating her 64th birthday, you might think ordering a cake that says, "Happy Birthday, Cowgirl!" is a good idea.

And maybe it is, IF your baker writes it down right:

Oops.

Thanks to Cat D. for reminding us that you can never put a price on a mother's love. Especially hers.

50 Ways to Peeve Your Mother

With Mother's Day coming up this weekend, I think we could all use a little help selecting the best cake for Mom. And who better to do that than Paul Simon?

HIT IT, PAUL.

The problem is you buy such lousy cakes, you see.

The answer's easy if you eye them critically.

I'd like to help since all you want to do is please.

There must be
50 ways to peeve your mother.

You know it's really not my habit to intrude

But colon cupcake cakes are really kind of rude

It's pretty obvious this teapot is a dude:

[eyebrow waggle]
Heh. Aheh.
Ahem.

There must be 50 ways to peeve your mother.

50 ways to peeve your mother.

You glaze a poo stack, Jack.

Skip the cake pan, Stan.

Put on some bear toys, Roy.

Just listen to me.

Such a big fuss, Russ.

Can't you see it's just too muuuuch?

There's no gift card for me, Lee.

Still a cheapskate, I see.

Thanks to Mariel C., Casey, Susan S., Aaron R., Stephanie, Becky M., Meredith M., Ailis M., & Kathryn H., who know Mom will love anything you get her, but a better cake wouldn't hurt.