The Seven Stages of Wrecks

Remember, my friends: recognizing the stages is the first step to healing.

Shock or Disbelief:

"No, seriously. Where's the hidden camera?"

Denial:

"That CAN'T be my cake. I ordered a turtle."

Anger:

"This is what you call cake decorating?!"

"And I'm not paying for that one, either."

Bargaining:

"Twenty four bucks, huh?

"I'll give you five."

Guilt:

"If ONLY I'd just learned to bake, my daughter wouldn't be in therapy for coulrophobia!"

Depression:

"I just... I just wanted a nice cake for the party..."

Acceptance and Hope:

"It's fine. I've just got a dirty mind. Maybe no one else will notice."

Huge thanks to Jane R., Jodi T., Maria E., Edmund, Cheryl, Allegra R., Marissa C., and Alexis V.  I couldn't have gotten through this without you guys!

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P.S. In case your life was missing a set of cat butt magnets, I found you some:

Cat Butt Magnets

You're welcome.

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And from my other blog, Epbot:

Hump Day Hoedown

When your mom's a proud Texan celebrating her 64th birthday, you might think ordering a cake that says, "Happy Birthday, Cowgirl!" is a good idea.

And maybe it is, IF your baker writes it down right:

Oops.

Thanks to Cat D. for reminding us that you can never put a price on a mother's love. Especially hers.

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I realize that after today's cake this product link is going to look... questionable.
All I can say is, NOT LIKE THAT. :p

Hold Your Horses

The cover illustration isn't helping, is it.
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And from my other blog, Epbot: