Mixed Signals

Some cakes are hard to read, and for once I'm not talking about the handwriting:



A screaming baby paired with "congratulations"? Ah, that's subtle sarcasm at its snarky finest.




Here's a tip gleaned from years of family reunions: the second Mrs. Klass asks "What's that supposed to mean?", it's time to leave. Trust me.


Of course some cakes are more subtle, like this one:


"We'll wish you luck, but we don't have to be happy about it."


Or just baffling, like this one:


I'm not sure if this guy is supposed to look afraid of being eaten, disapproving, or in pain from his "shades" melting onto his face. Say, there's a bit of unintentional ironic realism for you: sunglasses melted onto the face of the sun. Heh.


If Mr. Future's-So-Bright's feelings are ambivalent, though, these cookies are clearly ticked off:


Poor angry cookies. At least their pain is my sugary gain - and I get the added bonus of talking smack to my food. "What, you lookin' at me, punks? Huh? How's about I drown you in some milk before biting your heads off, then? Yeah, not so puffed up now, are you, tough guys?"


And finally [smirk],

All that black - and black roses, no less! - makes this look more like a final retirement cake, if you catch my drift. It gets double Wreck points for the "Retiremet" misspelling, too.



Brittany M., Elizabeth G., Jessica C., Linda N., Monique R., and Jill C., many "thanks".