The King of Cake in your face

Smush your face into my cake, or I'll smush my cake into your face. That's the long and the short of it. Who wants frosting?

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Romping Blackout

I seem to have suffered a blackout brought on by excessively jubilant romping. Whooof!

I came to with my head in a frosting bowl and doilies in my pants. Also, I had spatulas strapped to my feet.

It must have been fun.

What freaks me out is that my handtowel smells distinctly of bananas.

posted by Michelle Souliere @ 5:42 AM  

3 Comments:

  • At 6:16 AM, Blogger Ubermilf said…

    And you wonder how people get incriminating photos of you.

     

  • At 2:58 PM, Blogger Scarlet Hip said…

    Doily is one of my favorite words.

    doily doily doily

    Don't forget to bring the buttercream when you come over later.

     

  • At 4:39 AM, Blogger Michelle Souliere said…

    Ubermilf-- I keep wondering where the heck they're hiding all those cameras.

    Slappy-- Old Bean, old buddy old pal -- so how's the wooden leg?

    Brooke-- Doily is a strange, strange thing. Few people truly understand its nature. Bucket of buttercream. BUCKET OF BUTTERCREAM!!!

     

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