I like gross cakes. For example when Big T successfully moved from diapers to “big boy” underwear, we had a Potty Party.
If you’re unable to make out my Cake Boss like decorating skills, it’s suppose to be an aerial view of a toilet clearly used and un-flushed for what seems to have been days.
So, when I had a small gathering in May at my place, I had another gross cake idea.
It’s hard to make out, but it’s a Barbie, the closest one I could find to be as good looking as I am… naked (wearing Kleenex actually)… and a baby coming out of her Woohoo… reading “Here We Go Again”.
Yes friends Not Winning Mom of the Year has officially lost her mind, and not just with the gross cakes, but adding a whole shit load more mad to the madness.
PS: I have to credit Award Winning Dad with idea of putting this pic onto the blog. I did it just to see the reaction on our parents faces in lieu of telling them the news, but this was also a good way of reminding you of what kind of mother I really am. You can call Child Protective Services now.