A Team Effort

Ever wonder how a Cake Wrecks post gets written? Well, sometimes, it's like this:

Me: "I need a post idea. Any funny holidays coming up?"

John: [googling] "Hmm. Oh. Here we go: it's National Self-Help Group Awareness Month."

Me: "Isn't a 'self-help' group an oxymoron?"

John: [Already back to playing Tiny Wings on his phone] "Mmmmmhmmmm."

Me: "And what cakes would I use, anyway?"

::five minutes later::

Me: "Found one! Look:"

"See, the cupcakes on the right are all, 'Help me!!' and the left ones are like, 'DO EET YERSELF.' Eh?"

John: [glancing over] "You can't use those. They look like KKK cupcakes."

Me: "Ha! Yeah, but...they're chocolate. C'mon. That's kind of awesome."

John: "NOPE."

Me: "Fine. What else have you got?"

John: "Er..." [scrolling] "...next week is Meat Week."

Both together: "Naaah."

John: "Glaucoma Awareness Month?"

Me: "Oooh! I have the perfect cake for that!"

"No, wait, wait. HERE we go:"

Me: Bwahahaha!! Right? RIGHT?!"

John: [silence]

Me: "Or is that cataracts?"

John: "I don't understand. Do you ENJOY hate mail?"

Me: "Ok, Ok, never mind."

John: "Next you'll want to use Stocking Awareness Month. "

Me: "That's this month? Weird. You'd think it'd be last month."

John: "Why?"

Me: [busy clicking]

John: "You're not actually writing about Stocking Awareness Month, are you?"

Me: [still clicking] "Mmmhmm...."

John: "Jen..."

Me: "Hang on. Busy here."

John: "Jen..."

Me: "K, how 'bout this one?"

"Were you AWARE that this is, in fact, a stocking?"

John: [staring]

Me: "What? Not good enough?"

John: "It's 'stocking' with an 'AL.' You know, stalking?"

Me: [eyes wide] "Ooooooooooh."

John: "Yeah."

Me: "Well, I guess that makes more sense."

John: "Yeah."

Me: "But I think I have a cake for..."

John: "I'm going to stop you there. It's also National Handwriting Analysis Week. GO WITH THAT."

Me: "Ok, ok. FINE."

So without further ado, my dear Wreckies, here is today's post:

 

It's National Handwriting Analysis Week. I can tell you that the baker of today's cake was a focused individual with a flair for the dramatic, as well as someone who channels their emotions through humor. They may also have a less than helpful spouse who is MORE than welcome to write a post again himself sometime. JUST SAYIN'.

Thanks to Katrina V., Traci C., Selena E., Amanda R., & Brea S. for making today a day worth celebrating. And also thanks to John, my sweet hubby, for still laughing at all my jokes even while telling me I absolutely can NOT write that.

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P.S. One last giggle:

"What's Wrong With Society" T-Shirt

Let's just hope this doesn't give wreckerators any new ideas. :D

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And from my other blog, Epbot:

Spam Poetry

Usually my spam filter is pretty accurate, but this week I've gotten three e-mails that read like some kind of post-modern word salad poetry. I'm assuming they're spam, but then again, maybe they're really some hip new literary project by postmodern word salad poets. Eh? 

So in the spirit of artistic discovery, I've decided to illustrate these literary feats with the most appropriate cakes I could find. ENJOY.

Subject line: hey! :) My name is Margarito!

Artillery fray, 

I must articulate smoothly, it is a terrible wise of many enemy, 

this godson of tormenting children,

...and children cheerful.

èḥῥộ_ ḣûῂ?ṕẹvќћ (??) 

[That is a line of unintelligible characters which I can only assume was supposed to link to overpriced weasel aphrodisiacs, but since it isn't clickable in the original e-mail I can't say for sure.]

And painting it I soothe said to exception: 

"it is the riverside of the disadvantage 

and He has sent it to flit my shipboard crustacean."

::flit flit flit::

Alternatively, here's a shoe board crustacean:

[bowing] Ah thank you, thankyouverramuch.

 Subject line: Good day, my name is Nathanial :)

One notwithstanding 

he did with more sincerity bluff so strange in Moscow,

 a life of astounding but salutation,

(C'mon, what are the odds I'd find a cake of a butt salutation?) 

(Oh, sorry was that just one "t"? My bad.)

Piping and plating, he was degenerating.

(You know what they say about small pens, right?)

(Smaller pocket protectors.) 

Subject line: hey!! My name is Broderick!

The amass had feigned, 

but coldly was some embody thereon.

Cuttlefish assureed merrily as jersey began talking, 

amiably bashful, 

with drowsy one sponge emerge at her foresight to unify its broth on her.

Whoah there, Bobby boy, you're not unifying your broth on ANYBODY today, hear me?

Thanks to Steve B., Shannon P., Candi F., Alexis I., Heitha B., Rachael E., Anony M., Kylie S., & Audra B. for the wreckiest cakes in all the 'verse.

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P.S. I see you appreciate poetry. Might I recommend...?

I Could Pee On This, And Other Poems By Cats

This hardcover gift book costs less than $10 and will have your friends feline fine.

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And from my other blog, Epbot: