Piece of . . . Cake
And then I saw the cake:
Now, tell me. Do those oblong brown things look like mountains to you???
The adults were sitting at the table eating lunch, and the cake was in the center. My SIL leaned over and said, "Um, Elisabeth? Where are your dogs? And just, out of curiosity, what is that on the cake??? Because it looks like something that should be out in the yard."
Yes, Gremlin #2's cake had shit-mountains. Luckily, he could have cared less, but it was a little less-than appetizing for me.
BTW, did you notice the lettering wasn't centered on the cake either? Holy cow. My brother assures me it's a sign the economy is doing well when minimum wage workers actually act like minimum wage workers. I'm not so sure.
And did you see it's in two different shades of blue? On the way out of the store the clerk stuck the cake on the bottom of my grocery cart. I loaded the groceries in the car, pushed the cart back to the cart corral and then jammed it into the cart in front of me. When it didn't go in, I jammed it again and THEN realized the cake was still at the bottom of the cart. Eeek! They had to redecorate half of it because I'm a moron.
I think I need a Corona.