Yeah. So can I. ("Hey, John, write up another apology. This time you ticked off Weimaraner owners.")
Still, we've come a long way since that night I was bored and thought someone piping "under neat that" on a cake warranted a goofy cake blog. 'Course, at the time, I didn't think a cake could get much worse.
Um...
Yep. We've come a loooong way, baby.
We've discovered the uncharted horrors of the cupcake cake [patooie!]:
Delved into the creeptastic world of cakey cannibalism:
Learned to put numbers in their proper place:
Not to mention quotation marks!
Then there are the mounds of pastry poo, unintentionally suggestive turkeys, wedding day disasters...oh! And the hardest word in the English language to spell:
I like it.But *most* importantly, we've learned what giant golf balls are called:
Say it with me, now:
Mission: Space!
Mission: Space!
Many thanks to wreckporters Kimberly F., Christopher T., Kathryn H., Cyndi P., Dao, Erin B., Jr M., & Kellie B., who all got that joke.
I hope.
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CCC Day #5
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