Whatever Happens, Let's Be Prefessionals

I'm pretty sure today is one of bakers' least favorite holidays ever, if only because it's so stinking hard to spell:

(I admit it: I had to double check that there aren't two Fs in "professional.")

 

(Just to be clear: there aren't.)

 

"Proffional"

"Profissional"

I like how this baker just omits the word entirely:

...and yet still falls down on "Adminiestrations." Heh.

I'm curious to know how THIS happened:

SO CLOSE.

Still, you've got to hand it to the baker: at least "professionals" is right! After all, that's a tough word to spell. Just ask a team of editors, proofreaders, graphic designers, and one sheepish cake blogger:

 

(Just in case anyone out there is still wondering why there's a sticker on the cover of Wreck the Halls. :D)

And finally, though today used to be known as Secretary's Day, you should never call it that. And if you're a boss of the male persuasion with an assistant of the female persuasion, then you should especially never call it that, misspell "Day" and then pair it with a Betty Boop figurine:

 Don Draper called, and he wants a glass of rye. Chop chop, darlin'.

 

Thanks to Al D., Nancy P., Mary P., Jennifer C., Dana F., Ellery T., & Piper S. for all the assistants!

Hoppy EDSTER!

Whether you're on Spring Break this weekend, or getting together with family, or working (boo!), or just sitting around the house playing BioShock:Infinite (HOLLA!), allow me to wish you a VERY:

 

 Wait, no. I mean a:

 

No ...

 

Somehow that illustration really isn't helping.

Gah. If only we could use spell check on cakes, am I right? Then we'd NEVER have these ... uh ...

Never mind.

Sure, that's a store display, but at least it didn't get printed in the store flier, right?

*headdesk*

I also want to give an extra special shout-out to the men and women in the armed forces away from home right now, and possibly celebrating with cakes like this:

Apparently the baker thought the Playboy Bunny wasn't working, so s/he added a Splicer from BioShock. I LIKE THIS BAKER.

Ooh, and this one comes from a boat captain, who tells me the boat's catering staff made it for the crew. And get this: his first name is Brody. CAPTAIN BRODY. I'm SURE he NEVER gets people making Jaws jokes, either, so ...

DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN: We're gonna need a bigger yolk.

(How badly do you wish that said, "Happy Yester Day?")

And finally, since we're veering off the "professionally made" path anyway, and because my entire family decided to go on the Paleo diet this month, here's a "bunny cake" for all you low-carb folks:

That rabbit is such a ham.

Thanks to Cheri F., Kelley N., Malisa I., Amanda S., Francesca A., Chloe H., Capt. Brody H., & Lisa and John K., who should feel free to leave all those terrible, carb-riddled cakes with me. Because I care.