Taking chances with Frannie’s cake layers:
I was SOOO tired last night I sound like a total crabby bitch. Oh well…if the shoe fits. I cheered up after this and STFU’d and watched the last episode of Battlestar Galactica, which made me crabby again. lool
ETA: It’s a good day. I got submitted for a job which I WAY underbid myself for, so they called me right back, and I just got asked to write the introduction to a friend’s book. I asked her if she wanted someone with more clout, but no. They want me. It’s going to be a good weekend or I am going to start taking hostages.
Dude. DUDE. If I tried that shit I’d end up with Pile ‘o’ Cake 1 and Pile ‘o’ Cake 2. And so far I have not found anything that makes a pile of fucking cake portions/crumbs taste as good as the cake would have.
I understand the crabby.
Isn’t that how you’re supposed to get a cake out of the pan?
Confused..
If I were to smack the snot out of my cakes like that half of one and one third of the other would still be stuck in the pans, no matter how well I greased and floured the pans. I think it’s my karma.
Yes, but two at once?? It’s madness, I tells ya.
I’m so glad my household is not the only one who drops motherfuckers and fuckers all the time. Sometimes I feel like a foul mouthed (Samuel Jackson talking) sailor around certain friends, but then I think fuck ’em.
Congrats on the job!
Thanks, and yeah, it’s a total waste of an education over here.
Dude, I feel awkward swearing in front of my parents, and I’m sure they feel the same way around me. Oh, and that cake looks mother-fucking delicious right now.
It was so good! I ended up putting nothing but whipped cream and strawberries on it. Very good with devil’s food.