Hump Day Hoedown

When your mom's a proud Texan celebrating her 64th birthday, you might think ordering a cake that says, "Happy Birthday, Cowgirl!" is a good idea.

And maybe it is, IF your baker writes it down right:

Oops.

Thanks to Cat D. for reminding us that you can never put a price on a mother's love. Especially hers.

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I realize that after today's cake this product link is going to look... questionable.
All I can say is, NOT LIKE THAT. :p

Hold Your Horses

The cover illustration isn't helping, is it.
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And from my other blog, Epbot:

Oh What A Difference A Letter Can Make

When Joe's wife was turning 30, he decided to "ease the pain" by ordering her a light-hearted cake. Unfortunately the baker's English wasn't that great, though, so "a little was lost in translation."

Joe thinks this version is funnier - let's just hope his wife agreed. :D

Ha!

My favorite part was Joe's postscript, though:

"P.S. I never corrected the baker, sooo she still thinks this is how to spell CAKE... and she's a baker... who spells it CAKA."

Hey, it could always be worse, Joe. At least your baker only combined "cake" with "kaka" in writing:

The irony, of course, is now I actually need some Pepto Bismol.

Thanks to Joe S. and Jennifer P. for showing that some bakers really DO give a crap.

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P.S. In case your life was missing a set of cat butt magnets, I found you some:

Cat Butt Magnets

You're welcome.

:D

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And from my other blog, Epbot: