"Morning People" Need Not Apply

Shhhhh! NOT SO LOUD with the breathing and the clicking with the mouse and whatnot, ok? Geez.

Now, if you'll kindly take your extra-strength cups of coffee and scroll quietly this way, I've prepared a little photo montage that I think perfectly captures our collective New Year's morning experience:

 

Also, I'm sure some of your evenings last night included a bunch of these:

Although whether those are exploding champagne bottles, firecrackers, or phalluses is anyone's guess.

Still, don't worry; we're going to get through this together if you remember one important safety tip: if and when you start to see something like this floating in your peripheral vision:

...be sure to tell someone.

Not me, though; I'm going to be too busy lying on the couch over here with a pillow on my face.

(Confession: I didn't actually drink anything last night. It's just nine o'clock in the morning, and I'm a blogger. Ug. Wake me when it's noon, ok?)

Oh, and this baker would like to wish someone named Mary a happy new year:

So I guess the rest of us are out of luck.

Thanks to Elizabeth, Caitlin C., Tara C., Kate H., Alison C., & Sarah J., for ringing in the new year the best way possible: metaphorically.

A Cake Wrecks Christmas Card

There are so many ways to say it.

With a smile:

With a kiss:

Or even with a song:

But WE choose to say it with confusing torso anatomy and a kiester on Santa's front end:

So on behalf of myself, john (the hubby of Jen), and our fabulous-smelling guest writers Lindsey and Sharyn, allow me to wish you all:

Oops, sorry; I think that's missing something.

Theeeere we go.

Now, go spend some time with your loved ones, and try not to start any fights with the in-laws, mmkay?

Thanks to Kendra M., Dani, Tylar M., Connie E., Bubba W., & Donna K. for being my wrecky little helpers.