If you know me you may also receive a version of the above that includes a plump delicious baby covered in this very delicious cake.
A few years back, a photo of a baby tarred and feathered with their own birthday cake was one of my least favorite things, ranking only slightly ahead of monkeys in bathrooms struggling with the intricacies of toilet paper.
But then I started smoking teh baby crack.
And haven't looked back.
Actually I have. Am doing it now, in fact. Looking back, that is.
Back to work, me.
