Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. You didn't let me finish my sentence. I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in.
Let me get something straight: I'm not above cake mixes. I'm all for cutting corners as long as the end result isn't compromised. When you've got a maniacal husband on your ass, creepy twins in the hallway and a deluge of blood to wade through in the lobby, sometimes you just want to bake, eat and GTFO.
(Mom, a quick translation: GTFO = Get the F Out)
The original plan was to make (Red)Rum Cake. The recipe called for boxed cake mix and boxed pudding and the reviews were pretty positive overall. So, I made it. And it was...boring. Paint drying. Grass growing. Yanni headlining a New Year's Eve party in Time's Square. Total snoozefest.
That being said, I'm going to have to file this one under "Avoid Like the Bubonic" and hope for a happier ending next week. Sorry guys. If anyone needs new insoles for their shoes or a small pillow for their kitten, I have plenty of leftover cake.
Have a safe, spooky Halloween weekend, everyone.
All work and no play makes you a dull dude/girl. All work and no play makes you a dull dude/girl. All work and no play makes you a dull dude/girl. All work and no play makes you a dull dude/girl.
2007. Berry White's scariest costume to date.