These pancakes are seriously cakey, they're made of good old cake batter. You know, like cake. I don't know why I never think of pancake as cake. I mean, it really does what it says on the box, what is my problem?
That settles it, I need to have a farm-themed birthday this year with hay bales and apple bobbing and DEFINITELY an Applejack cake. Done.
It's so nice of my kitty to fetch my text messages for me!
Sweet, sweet honey, I'm so glad you're around to spread on toast and dribble in tea. Bees, you're tops!
As distressing as it may be to have a sunken kitty in your drink, those toe beans sure are sweet!
Granted, Admiral Ackbar's warning wouldn't have held much weight if he had been so stinking cute, but he would have been easier to take in general.