There's a reason I work in the Deli, and not the Bakery

Case in point, this kinda lopsided ugly ass "Tardis" cake. Did y'all know it's kinda hard to draw a Tardis on a cake with icing and stuff? Well, it is. Looks like Doctor Who is encountering some intergalactic turbulence that is making his outline all wonky. Not unlike my head, which is currently full of unpleasant things, and I don't mean thoughts, more like stuff that involves the heavy use of tissues. And I have to work today, but I'm trying to limit my cold medicine intake because I don't want to fall in a slicer. Not that there is going to be anyone there anyway, everyone in the Tri-city area was there last night, buying up everything in preparation for the big snowstorm, which is currently howling outside my window. Hopefully everyone is safe inside munching on their 6 slices of olive loaf cut on medium.

Notice the look of joy at the gift of a bag of cheese popcorn. Doesn't take much. Actually, this was part of a theme present given to her by her Grandparents--it also involved a Hannah Montana nightgown, and a couple of movies. Whenever she stays with her grandparents overnight, they watch movies and she and Grandpa munch up most of a bag of this cheesy goodness.

In contrast to the unrestrained joy of the last picture, this is an example of the gritted teeth smile of why the hell did you get me this I thought there were Doctor Who dvds in that last big package?

But wait! Recovery of happiness when she figured out that she can actually use it to make things. She's starting simple, making bags, because she is a little bag lady waiting to happen, after all. She also got a certificate for 10 bucks worth of material. She started bugging Terry first thing this morning about it. She must expect him to hook up the sled dogs and mush her butt on over there. I haven't even heard a car TRY to go up our street.