How NOT To Get Invited Back
I had no idea what the hell a "diaper cake" is... nor why I would possibly want one. To me, a "diaper cake" sounds like something that you want to get rid of as soon as possible, not something to be given to someone who you want to remain your friend.
I love the text, "If you don't want to spend 80 bucks on a commercial diaper cake, you can now make your own!" First, eat a large meal of curry at your local Indian restaurant... then... oh, no, in the interest of good taste, I can't go further... but I think you get the idea of how to make MY version of a "diaper cake". Just imagine the Mommys being all aghast when I give Brittany (they all are named Brittany, right?) my diaper cake!!!! That will illicit many an "ooooh!" and "ahhh!"
How did we find ourselves in this Big Box Hell?
I give you, the diaper cake (complete with future short bus riding child - which the Mommy is suitable proud of, of course):
I love the text, "If you don't want to spend 80 bucks on a commercial diaper cake, you can now make your own!" First, eat a large meal of curry at your local Indian restaurant... then... oh, no, in the interest of good taste, I can't go further... but I think you get the idea of how to make MY version of a "diaper cake". Just imagine the Mommys being all aghast when I give Brittany (they all are named Brittany, right?) my diaper cake!!!! That will illicit many an "ooooh!" and "ahhh!"
How did we find ourselves in this Big Box Hell?
I give you, the diaper cake (complete with future short bus riding child - which the Mommy is suitable proud of, of course):
posted by bisbohemian at 5:36 AM
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