Or why I prefer pie.
This entry borrowed in its entirety from www.cakewrecks.com:
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
This isn’t horrendously wrecky, but it looks exactly like the bleach-bottle Santa crafts my grandmother used to make, so I had to post it. Here, I found a picture of one over on Thrifty Fun for reference:
Apparently Deon M.’s local decorator didn’t get that new CCC Puzzle pan from Santa this year, and decided to lash out the only way s/he knew how:
Suzanne G., this next little holiday vignette makes me feel a song coming on:
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve,
You may say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But once you see this stain you may believe.”
“No respect! I get no respect around here! That’s a lump of coal for you, Jen! And why the *%&! do I never get a proper nose, anyway? Is it so hard to give me a frickin‘ little nose?!? Huh? I just – I’m so – I can’t even talk to you anymore! Geez. Somebody get me a hot cocoa.”
I’d fetch that right away, Alden M.