I've hit a new low. Or rather, I've only just discovered the depths to which I sank some time ago.
Principal Skinner's mother collects pictures of cakes, even though she doesn't bake them. Just like me!
And they're divided into categories: square tiered, round tiered, petit fours, cakes shaped like alcoholic beverages, or footwear, or musical instruments, or luggage. Even a whole section of red velvet cakes shaped like armadillos.
What's sadder than comparing oneself to cartoon characters? Comparing oneself to cartoon characters and coming up short.
*crumples*
And I'm (uncharacteristically?) behind in my flist reading and commenting. It's that time of year. Happy Solstice, Happy Holidays, Season's Greetings, everybody!