What Can I Say, Except, "You're Welcome"?
I’ll be honest, minions: after all these years, I may still be slightly obsessed with Moana? The constant singing, the aggressive YOU'RE WELCOME-ing, the unrequited mooning over a cross-eyed rooster.
Yeah.
SLIGHTLY.
So check this out:
Brandy ordered this Moana cake for her 9-year old, and I think we can all agree it was a wise move. Not only because MOANA, but because it's a printed edible image. That means no guesswork! No drawing! No instructions to fowl up! (HEY HEY ROOSTER SHOUT-OUT)
And yet, as it turns out,
Every turn we take
Every trail we track
Every ordered cake
Every road leads back
to a place we know:
Specifically, the place where a baker insists this is exactly what you ordered and you should totally pay for it.
My thoughts exactly.
Thanks to Brandy L. for providing all the wreckage that's fit to print.
*****
P.S. See the line where the sky meets the sea? IT'S THIS CUTE WHALE DISH:
D'awww. It calls me.
::singing:: And no one knooo-ows, how far it bloooo-ows.
Eh?
******
And from my other blog, Epbot:
