Kinda Gives A New Meaning To "Sunny Side Up"
They asked for a sportsball cake that said "Way To Go!"
They GOT a wedding cake that said:
"Way you go"
I love the lack of punctuation. It's basically the cake version of that unflappable old guy on a front porch watching the big action fight tumble down the street in front of him. "Yerp. Way you go."
And you KNOW I'm gonna milk this one for all its worth:
DON'T SAY 'A CURD.'
Which reminds me, did you know Monday was the Summer Solstice?
Um, that's "Solstice," bakers.
DANGIT, SOL.
And finally, here's a Wreck to the third power:
First, the customer spelled "farewell" wrong on the order form.
THEN the baker misspelled the misspelling on the actual cake.
Which gives us:
BEST. GOODBYE CAKE. EVER.
Thanks to Kristen B., John A., Vici R., Patti, & Meagan G. for reminding us failing well is ALWAYS an option.
*****
Speaking of failing well, I feel like this is the crowd to appreciate a book of really, REALLY bad taxidermy:
