Crapping Sprinkles

Those bizarre "ice cream cones" are back, and this time...

...they're crapping sprinkles.

Silly bakers, can't you see you're trying too hard? I mean, just balloons would be FINE.

I can see how I walked into that one.

Rosella's office had cupcakes for a pregnant co-worker, and call me crazy, but I *think* she's having a boy:

Ever heard the saying, "This isn't 'goodbye', it's only 'farewell'?"

Huh. Well, neither has this baker:

Now, GET OUT.

Sometimes, when I'm out of Whoopie Pies and everything is awful, I like to remind myself, "Hey, Jen, you know what? This is someone's wedding cake:"

And suddenly life isn't so bad.

(Well, except for the no-Whoopie-Pies thing. John, get on that, will you?)

So, Sarah L., Joann F., Rosella S., Justin C., & Danielle E., got any whoopie pies? Asking for a friend.

*****

P.S. Since this saved my butt during a long painting day recently, I have a random product recommendation:

No Buckle No-Show Stretch Belt

This is my new favorite belt, y'all. It basically turns anything with belt loops into an elastic waist. So comfy I forget it's on, slimline so it doesn't show under my t-shirts, and NO BELT BUCKLE to dig into my belly or unbuckle for bathroom breaks. Woohoo!

You know how stretch jeans are forever sliding down when you sit or bend, so you have to keep hitching them back up? No more! I wear this with all my jeans now. It's entirely elastic, so it moves and stretches with you, zero painful digging. I HIGHLY recommend for anyone well endowed with squish in the belly area.