Catching the California Wave

I once had a psychologist tell me that every single man she’d ever known had penis issues. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. She told me she wouldn’t want one for anything. After this cake experience, I’d have to say I agree. I think it might be a lot like owning a pet grizzly bear; it would be fun and exciting at first, but it would quickly come with a ton of issues.

As we wait for the Easter potluck, I found myself facing so many insecurities over my penis cake. Was it too small? Did the icing look right? Would it even taste good? They also come with a lot of issues. It’s one thing to be nervous about one’s potluck casserole, but a Easter penis cake really takes fears of inadequacy to an entire new level. I have a complete newfound sympathy for men.

After this experience, I can sincerely state that this will most likely be my last penis cake, Who needs that kind of pressure?

Happy Easter, everyone! Posting a little gift from one of the roomies I probably should have taken the pic before we ate his ears, but as Americus said, “Everything is perfectly imperfect around here.” I agree.

P.S. I noticed even the bunny felt the need to draw attention that his ears were 12 INCHES. Well, not anymore, Bunny, not anymore….