Song

The Irish Bakery Rovers

The week after Christmas is traditionally the slowest week of the year for Cake Wrecks. Apparently, people are "spending time with family" or whatever. So today, I thought I'd do something different.

Because Jen's asleep and I can do what I want because she's not the boss of me!*

(*Okay, technically, she is my boss. Love you, sweetie!)

...So, um, enjoy!

OHHHH!

There were green alligators...

 

...and long-necked geese,

 

some pimply-backed horses...

 

...and some chimpanzees.

 

Some cats,

 

and rats,

 

and elephants...

 

...but sure as you're born,

"Hey!"

 

the creepiest of all was the unicorn!

O.o

 

Thanks to Leslie J., Terri C., Luci, Samantha P., Sara A., Rysha M., Kathie N., Jenn M., and Chris B., who have probably all heard this song even though Jen hadn't because apparently, she didn't listen to 70's Irish folk music as a child. Weirdo.

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P.S. In the spirit of continued learning and broadening our horizons, I found you some take-home reading:

What If? Serious Scientific Answers To Absurd Hypothetical Questions

(Just a reminder that everything you purchase through my daily Amazon links - even if it's not that item! - helps support me and John, so thank you! You can also see a list of some of my favorite linked items here.)

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And from my other blog, Epbot:

Like A Bridge Over Troubled Icing

[A group of Wreckerators, some in frosting-smeared aprons, walk on stage and begin to sing...]

When they're leery

Feeling small...

When tears are in...

... their eyes,

Why not buy them all?

All on one side...

Ohhhhh
'cause spa- cing's tou- ou- ough...

[joining hands]

When friends just caaan't beee found!

[soprano solo]

I assure you, that's "Harry Potter!"

[chorus]

Why not pay me now?

I’ve a fridge full of stubbled otter:

[3-part harmony]

Why not pay me now?

 

A very happy birthday to Art Garfunkle - who we hope will forgive us - and many thanks to Liz K., Lynnette W., Paul A., Michelle S., Rachel H., Lexi, C.H., & Katie S. for helping us appreciate the sound of silence.