Mummy's Randomness

I have this other blog. Sshh..don't tell a soul.  It's all about the deep pits of me.  I put all my hates, desires and creepy thoughts on there that are so twisted and dark you might get retinal bleeding if your read it. 

Cue the "I'm so deep, dark and torturted" music from 1994.

Right.  Actually there are khaki overalls and pictures of cake. 

I started it eons ago to take my food picture addiction to another level.  And then guess what happened. Nothing. It was basically me uploading pictures of food and then me gazing longingly at the food pictures and whatever inane thing I posted on there. 

I decided to go through it the other day as the last time it was updated was (no lie) four years ago and found a meme from Jen Lancaster. For reals.  Hey, I said it was last worked on it in 2007. 

Since I still take really random food pics.  You know you do it too.  I might start updating it again.  If only to mark my adventures in eating which right now are my only way of "world travel". 

Can we file this blog post under "because it's my blog"?  KTHX.

Ginormica Buys Some Shoes

Yesterday, I bought shoes.  Shoes, man!  I never buy shoes because eh, who has the time and size ten shoes that actually look nice and don't cost a boatload of money are often hard to come by.  Yes, I wear a size ten.   Apparently, the women of Boca do not because each shoe store and department store salesperson blinked, laughed or said, "you're joking, right?!" I prevailed though. I didn't slink back to troll the interweb for Ginormica foot apparel or hit up a Target like I often do. 

I returned to my hotel room triumphant. I bought shoes.  Not practical mom-looking shoes either.  Real, big girl shoes with a cute buckle. 

Then I had some chocolate cake. 

It was a good day.

WTF - Cake Edition

Holy Fucking Crikey! What a damn hot mess! Do I even need to point out the how age inappropriate this cake is? What a fucking nightmare. I want to find this misguided Holly kid and make her read books like 'The Awakening' and subscribe her to OOB and Bust magazine. I would make her read them 'Clockwork Orange' style too. Ugh. Her parents paid money for this shit? She has parents?!

This cake is fucking making me swear. It's all the fuckin' cakes fault.


Photo courtesy of the awesomeness that is Cake Wrecks.