Wow 100 visitors already ... I'm certain that 89 of these were my mother clicking refresh (although, perhaps not, as I'm relatively sure she does not know what a refresh button is), so I thank the 11 of you who have visited.
Now that you are looking at the above photo and salivating over fantasies of boxed cake mix and store-bought frosting (reminds me of a bout of post-college unemployment in the summer of 2006, during which I spent the majority of my days with a spoon, a jar of Betty Crocker whipped vanilla frosting, and YouTube videos of dancing cats on stolen Wi-Fi) here are some more refined-sugar delights. Courtesy of Google image search and the Cake Wrecks blog.
So do I graduate, so do I.
I hope that the mother at least got one of the flowers.
Poor L-A, forced to trudge through her 6th birthday with nary a single sprinkle on her cake.
The sheet cake for my high school graduation party read, un-ironically, "congradulations". I should've taken it as a sign of my impending error-ridden collegiate career.
