Am I right, Christin C.?
What's that? Ah, Robyn N. wants me to up the ante! Ok, how about a horse/cow mash-up cupcake cake?
No matter where you go, that eye will be watching - aaaallllways waaatching....
Check out the icing depth, too; most impressive.
Oh, but look! We have another contender entering the ring!
That thar's a mighty small pho-to for such a gee-gantic Wreck, Brio. Yeehaw! This buckaroo may only work out his front legs, but them fillies shore don't complain. (This concludes my attempt at a Texas drawl. Y'all.)
Allison's trying to get ahead (get it? A head?) with this sporty specimen:
Heh. That startled expression makes him look like he just inhaled that baseball Hoover-style.
But the undisputed winner has to be this one from Celeritas:
You would think that every horse head cake would come served on a pillow, though, wouldn't you?
Oh, wait - looks like I spoke too soon:
Ewww. I'm all for movie references, Erin M., but that's definitely an offer I can refuse.
NOTE: If this post looks familiar, there's a reason for that. And if it doesn't, that means you don't check CW first thing every morning, and should be ashamed of yourself. Hmph. Call yourself a Wreckie, do you? Where's your sense of Wrecky loyalty? Where's your pride? Where's the frickin' remote? (Seriously, I lost it. Have you seen it?)