There's nothing more dismal than the first day back to work after a holiday. You're tired, you're possibly hung-over, you're definitely not ready to be wearing pants and/or a bra again, but here you are, expected to pick up like it's a regular ol' Tuesday. BAH.
Bakers are no less susceptible to the First-Day-Back blues, but I will say theirs is SLIGHTLY more obvious.
Gee, you shouldn't have.
When you can't be bothered to find the spatula:
I just hope she wore gloves.
Andy's big 30th birthday bash is about. to get. EPIC.
It was a drive-by splooging!
Or maybe a "stand-over-and-sway-drunkenly" splooging.
You know it's gone wrong when they bring in the big plastic butterfly.
Big plastic butterfly fixes everything.
Took me WAY too long to figure out what this icing says:
I won't spoil it for you. Just squint a little - you'll get it.
And my favorite:
Because unlike most of us today, this baker actually gave a crap.
Also maybe a little pee.
Thanks to Rachael G., Alicia P., Melissa C., Ellen M., Laurie P., Jennifer L., Suzan M., & Elizabeth O., who know that one cake doesn't actually say anything, but who forgive me for trolling because I'M NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE TODAY. I mean, ok, I am, but still. WHY DO I HAVE PANTS ON RIGHT NOW.