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What's a Wreck?

A Cake Wreck is any cake that is unintentionally sad, silly, creepy, inappropriate - you name it. A Wreck is not necessarily a poorly-made cake; it's simply one I find funny, for any of a number of reasons. Anyone who has ever smeared frosting on a baked good has made a Wreck at one time or another, so I'm not here to vilify decorators: Cake Wrecks is just about finding the funny in unexpected, sugar-filled places.

Now, don't you have a photo you want to send me? ;)

- Jen

Here, There, and Everywhere

All together, now!

Hip, hip, it's hip to not care!

It's not too hard to figure out; I see it every day.

And those who are the laziest have gone the Wrecky way.

You see them in the bakery,

It don't look like a lot of fun.

But don't you try to right it,

'Cuz Cake Wrecks' time has come!

Don't tell me that they're crazy,

Don't tell me they're aware,

Cuz I can see what's going on:

It's hip to not care!

(Here, there, and "'cross entire front."

Hip, hip, so hip to not care!)

Kerensa, Doug B., Bree A., & Duana S., you might think I'm crazy, but I don't even care. I still like Huey Lewis and the News.

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Wreckage in its Proper Form

You know that form you have to fill out when ordering a cake? The one that tells the baker what to write? Well, it's really important.

No, I mean really, REALLY important.

As in, fill in every blank, or suffer the consequences:

Aw, that Eva: always waiting 'til the last minute to make up her mind.

And for goodness' sake, don't get all fancy and try to use shorthand to save time:

It's like a code. An excessively punctuated code.

Whatever happens, though, you can take comfort in knowing that every order is personally inspected and signed off on by a supervisor:

Thanks, Patricia.

Although I think you missed the giant 3 masquerading as a "W."
Just sayin'.

Elizabeth, Monica, & Steve P., now you know. And according to the shirt I'm wearing today, knowing is half the battle. (The other half is LASERS.)