Next time I move homes I want a cake in the shape of my new house. There must be something symbolic about eating a replica of your home. What could it mean?
Poor little mice look so lonely now that their friend is leaving. At least they have enough cheese to last them several months to keep them company. Do you think their friend is moving to Switzerland? That would really make the most sense, wouldn't it?
I'll admit it, I'm a grown woman with a not entirely ironic fondness for Twilight. I'm not a mom, I'm not living vicariously through my teenage daughters (because, ick). I'm just a person who sometimes loves reading really schlocky, badly-written novels with quickly moving plot lines. I wouldn't be ashamed of this cake showing up on my birthday, except that Edward looks a little sickly gray and moldy. Not a good look for a sparkly vampire.
for my cough cough birthday me and all my friends went to see "The Nightmare Before Christmas" in the theater. The submitter of this photo noted that the cakes were made for a tot who was born after 2000. This, this makes my bones creaky. Like when it's about to rain. Young ahem me would have killed for these cakes in 1994.