Cake Wrecks, Too: The Search For Happ
It's "Hunt for Happiness Week," minions, and I think I'm off to a good start:
We're close. I CAN ALMOST FEE
(I do not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance happen to know if Liz & Matt are... dogs?)
This one definitely wanted "happiness":
...but something decidedly non-happy has happened here.
Ohh, oh! What's this?!
YASSSSSSwait. "Shawers?"
Dangit. We were so close, Alanna.
Say, have I mentioned it's also Sugar Awareness Week?
And were you aware that you can Photoshop your own face and all your pets into a fantastically ridiculous edible image on a big sugary sheet cake?
Boom. We've done it, team. WE'VE FOUND HAPPINESS.
Thanks to Patty S., Melissa M., Alanna R., & Lauren for being 'bout that life. Me, too, gang. ME, TOO.
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P.S. Speaking of happiness...
Ever since I bought this shoulder massage 2 years ago everyone who's tried it has turned into a puddle of contented goo, and refused to move 'til it shut off. My Disney puppeteer friends are its biggest fans; people using and wrecking muscles most of us don't even know we have. I keep buying more of these as gifts!
This massager can actually bruise if you're not careful; it's got serious power for even rock-hard knots, and you can use it on your entire back. (I hold it diagonally to get below the shoulder blades, and around my waist for the lower back.) So hey, if 2022 left you feeling beat up, give this a try!
