Surprise! IT A WRECK!

Brenna P. writes,

"Since it was my husband’s birthday last week, I thought it would be a fun idea to get a birthday cake that would also reveal the gender of our baby due this summer."

[nodding vigorously] Excellent, excellent. WHAT COULD GO WRONG WITH THIS PLAN.

[making popcorn]
[pulling up beanbag chair]

Ok, Brenna, please.

DO GO ON.

"I asked that the bakery put blue frosting in the middle of the cake, with the intention of cutting it open to reveal that it’s a boy."

Good thinking. Solid plan. I like it.

And... ?

TA-DAAAA!!

Note the lovely schmear of blue frosting right in the "middle" of the cake, just like Brenna asked.

(The whole "It a ..." misspelling was just the metaphorical cherry on top.)

Ah, but I know what you're thinking: what color icing was on the inside?

Silly wreckie; there WAS no icing on the inside, haha!

(C'mon, now, how long have you been reading this blog? I mean, REALLY.)

*****

Oh hey, if you like surprises but hate people, I have JUST THE THING:

The Original Spider Prank Box

The plastic spider leaps out as you slide the door open, and as the recipient of a similar box I can assure you: this thing's a real scream. Perfect for nosy roommates, co-workers, your kids... hey, I'm not here to judge. :p
*****

And from my other blog, Epbot:

A Cinderella Story

You're never too old to imagine your own Princess Diaries moment, right? And mine goes something a little like this:

[harpsichord dream sequence music plays]

First, there's a whirlwind romance with the dashing stranger who looks like a cross between Nathan Fillion and Kiefer Sutherland during his Three Musketeers days.

(Awww yeeeeah.)

Next, we sink straight into the Fire Swamp.

No, no, just kidding.

Next we play Mario Kart together until 2AM.

Later, after dressing up as Venkman and Staypuft for Halloween (I'm Venkman, of course), and confessing our undying love for one another, there's a painfully romantic proposal:

Performed in an inflatable kiddie pool.

"Jen," my dashing prince would say, "Will you be my own Princess Peach?"

To which I would respond, "Are you kidding? Do Vulcans need the Pon Farr?
"(But we are going to Disney for the honeymoon, right?)"

And, BAM! I'm a princess! Next thing you know, I'm living in a castle...

"And over here is your TARDIS closet. As you can see, it is much, MUCH bigger on the inside."

...and wearing pretty princess crowns...

(Modeled after crabby Space Invaders, apparently.)

...and pretty princess dresses...

("Talk about your trunk space, check this action out!")

...and riding my Princess Vespa around...

(Ok, technically this would be a Princess Harley.)

...and...and...wait. You know what? Other than the castle and crown stuff, I've already got my fairy tale ending, complete with video game playing, Princess Bride quoting, and brownie baking prince. (Love you, Sweetie.)

So I guess I'll just end here by wishing all of you:

I like the short and fluffy ones, myself.

Thanks to today's dream team Debbie B., Anony M., Lisa V., Lisa P., Julia B., Vanessa C., & Stephanie S., who, for the record, never even knew fairies *had* tails.

*****

P.S. I found something for the princess who wants to wear something old, something new, something borrowed, and something poo:

Unicorn Poop Earrings

Don't stop believing, y'all. Dreams do come true.

*****

And from my other blog, Epbot: