Monday, August 18, 2008

Bad Cake. Baaaad Cake.

The only anxiety dream I've had so far was the night before we met with the Priest, and that was about me trying to get my contacts in, only my contacts were gray rubber squares the size of place mats. I either need a little Ambien or a new pair of contacts. Needless to say, I'm not so much stressing.

But this blog is scary. It's "professional" cakes gone terribly wrong. We've got wedding cakes modeled after brides, freaky "push cakes" for baby showers (see image), and a slew of verbal mis-hearings that look like a 5th grade game of Telephone.

It's worth your time. Check it out. And remind me not to have anything written in icing at the wedding.

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