Crapping Sprinkles

These weird “ice cream cones” are again, and this time…

…they’re crapping sprinkles.

Foolish bakers, cannot you see you are making an attempt too exhausting? I imply, simply balloons can be FINE.

I can see how I walked into that one.

Rosella’s workplace had cupcakes for a pregnant co-worker, and name me loopy, however I *assume* she’s having a boy:

Ever heard the saying, “This is not ‘goodbye’, it is solely ‘farewell’?”

Huh. Nicely, neither has this baker:


Typically, once I’m out of Whoopie Pies and every little thing is terrible, I prefer to remind myself, “Hey, Jen, you realize what? That is somebody’s marriage ceremony cake:

And abruptly life is not so unhealthy.

(Nicely, apart from the no-Whoopie-Pies factor. John, get on that, will you?)

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


P.S. Since this saved my butt throughout a protracted portray day just lately, I’ve a random product advice:

No Buckle No-Show Stretch Belt

That is my new favourite belt, y’all. It mainly turns something with belt loops into an elastic waist. So comfortable I neglect it is on, slimline so it would not present below my t-shirts, and NO BELT BUCKLE to dig into my stomach or unbuckle for lavatory breaks. Woohoo!

You understand how stretch denims are endlessly sliding down if you sit or bend, so you must preserve hitching them again up? No extra! I put on this with all my denims now. It is completely elastic, so it strikes and stretches with you, zero painful digging. I HIGHLY suggest for anybody effectively endowed with squish within the stomach space.