After yesterday's tiger-blood fiasco, I thought it might be a good idea to bring things down a notch. Maybe light a campfire. Grab my trusty Uke.*
*That's slang for "Ukulele". Trust me. I'm a musician.**
** Never trust a musician.
Then I thought we'd play a little "Somewhere over the rainbow" and bask in the warm, fuzzy glow of some peace sign cakes. Can you dig it, man? Groovy.
Let's start by taking a nice deep breath. (Don't mind the smell; that's just my "glaucoma medication.") Deeper. Now... hold it in and look at this cake:
It's like, totally
cute as a button.
This one's like a birds eye view of a lazy river in a Japanese water park:
Plus it's so peaceful, you don't even care that the peace sign is wrong. Now let's sing. "Some...WHEEERE...ooover the raaaainbow..."
The one reminds us how beautiful incorrectly drawn peace symbols are - on the inside.
And we're breathing IN the good, and OUT the bad...
Because nothing says "peace and happiness" quite like camo.
"Where happy little blue birds fly..."
Whoa. You know, I'm still feeling peaceful and all, but for some reason now I also want a Mercedes.
Hey, I've been thinking: Since no one seems to know how to draw a peace symbol anymore, maybe the bakers should, like, just use plastic ones instead.Oh.
more deep breath. Hold it... Hoooold
Now that is making peace with one's baker, right there.
Thanks to Melinda C., Lynette, Melanie W., Sarah I., Ashton G., Marisa I., & Sarah J., who think this post was a total peace of cake.