It was a toss up between "Eat Me" and "Bite Me" and for some reason this one won at the last moment, tee hee. Yes, I decorated my own cake. I need some practice obviously! I got "help" from the boys. This angle minimizes the damage done to it by poking elbows, toothpicks and other assorted kitchen items. Don't you find that cooking with little ones is a serious patience tester? But anyway,
Picture it. . . 1979. My dear mother has been in labor for 8 hours already. She turns to a technician at the hospital and says "how much longer??" and he says something along the lines of "Gee, I don't know. It could be days, even months before they release them." --He's referring to the Iran hostage crisis, of course. And then that's when you grab whatever you can reach and huck it in his direction, right?