Any Occasion Will Do
September 24, 2008 I'm the type who thinks cakes are good for any occasion. Apparently, so are the people who ordered these:
After all, how often do you get to congratulate someone on "completeing" their jail sentence?
Wow, that often? Ok, never mind.
(Say, are those orange things supposed to be flowers or carrots? Either way, I'd be sorely tempted to stick some plastic babies on them.)
Alright, for those of you who are being congratulated: make sure you always thank the ones with the fat checkbooks.
Yay appropriate quotation marks! And thank goodness the decorator didn't choose to take a more literal approach to a cake celebrating potty-training.
Pete and Pete's lady, this one's for you:
So Ladies, here's a tip:
Be sure to buy your man a cake
When he gets the ol' snip-snip!
Yeah, I know: I missed my calling as a traveling troubadour.
Thanks to Wreckporters Monique R., Kyla S., and Stephanie P.!
Also, in the interests of full disclosure: the Bail cake was a gag. The others are legit, as far as I know.
Reader Comments (105)
O.k. you've won me over already. I'm a subscriber.
However, I think if I'd given my husband a cake like that after the snip I suspect he would have cut off my cake allowance.
Cheers
Lol poor Aiden ;) xx
I love your blog, but one correction:
"Alright" is not a word.
As a fellow grammar-lover, I am grateful for the lack of mistakes in your commentary and for the abundance of mistakes in the Wrecks. Thanks.
Athena,
Sadly, I have to disagree. While it is not accepted by the strictest of grammarians, it has become common usage. In fact, it is in most dictionaries as an alternative to all right and is no longer flagged by spell checks. The general argument is that if although and altogether are perfectly acceptable, it just makes sense that alright should be as well.
It helps to remember that 100 years ago, contractions were equally frowned upon. English is a living language that grows and changes while parts of it wither and die. Ah well.
Thanks for your thoughtful comment,
john (the hubby of Jen)
Blue roses for your
pluerosis! Wait, wrong bladder.
Now I'm just confused.