([syndicated profile] cakewrecks_feed May. 24th, 2017 01:00 pm)

Posted by Jen

One of the hottest new trends in weddings today is the cherry blossom wedding cake:

(By Diane's Cakes and More)

 

This elegant design not only looks beautiful, but is a cinch to make, too! In fact, here are a few tips to ensure your own cherry blossom cake looks as gorgeous as this.

 

First, always make sure your icing is niiiice and smooth.

It helps if you lick your fingers first, so they slide smoothly over the icing.

 

Next, mold or pipe your branches to gracefully scale the tiers of your cake in a natural, realistic fashion.

I know it's hard to believe but, yes, that's really just icing.

 

Remember, the flowers are the most important part!

[Crickets chirping]

 

It's usually best to leave off a wedding topper for this style, but if you do choose to have one, make sure it's simple, understated, and elegant.

Note the baker's restraint. Not a single balloon animal!

 

And finally, when all else fails, remember:

You can always jam a stick in it and charge $200.

(Yes, this was someone's actual wedding cake.)

(And they paid for it.)

(With money.)

 

Leanne W., Danielle L., Moxie, Holly J., and Robert V. did you know you can make a forty dollar cake look like a 500 dollar cake with just some cookies and sprinkles? Just imagine what you could charge if you jammed a stick in it!

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And from my other blog, Epbot:


Posted by john (the hubby of Jen)

Yesterday a couple of you posted this on the Cake Wrecks' Facebook page:

I'll give you a moment.

[whistling]

Now, I have no idea where it came from, but that's not gonna stop me from jumping on this hilariously traumatizing bandwagon!

 

Like this:

 

And this!

 

And my personal favorite:

"Boop-oop-aSWEET MOTHER OF HECK."

 

Now just one more, because laugh you must.
THERE IS NO TRY.

 

Thanks to Maya O., Amanda S., Crystal G., Kellie C., & Hannah G. for using the forks.

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([personal profile] azurelunatic May. 22nd, 2017 03:13 pm)
Once I move at the beginning of June, there will be a new local set of people.


Me: y'all know me. Lunatic, infovore. Gender: no thank you. Pronoun set: plural-they.

Partner: a witty, kind geekfolk, fascinated by books and shows and links and sports and hardware and eking every last ounce of usefulness out of old gear. I have known them for about 10 years at this point. Infovore. Gender: has a lot of oppressive constructs which should be BURNED THE FUCK DOWN while not endangering the vulnerable folks who depend on some of its supportive ones. Pronoun set: anonymous-they.

Metamour: has been seeing my partner since February-ish. Met them over a game of CAH; knew they had to be friends when they had pretty much the same answer. Witty, beautiful. Likes baking. Gender: woman. Pronoun set: she/her.

Tay-Tay: my younger (biological) sister, and soon to be my roommate. I say she is my "baby" sister but she's actually a year older than my partner. Violinist and general ball of energy. Short and tiny; I can kind of lift her in one arm so she can be on eye level with my partner. Gender: probably woman-ish and she likes kicking over gender norms and dancing on top. Pronoun set: she/her.

The Kitten: a small, loud, grey indoor lap cat who loves my partner and will punch people who try to pet her without her permission. Previous owners declawed her. She is food-insecure, and cannot be left to free-feed. She's antisocial to other cats. She does not like Master Jerkface very much at all. She is most often found perched on the back of my partner's desk chair and getting hair on their jacket, on my partner's lap with her tail in their face demanding to be petted, or on top of them when they're asleep.

Master Jerkface (and other equally unflattering nicknames): the abusive ex of my beloved partner. I hope to not meet them. Gender: they have one. Pronoun set: as used here, anonymous-they.

The Man-Child: Tay's boyfriend, who I didn't hear about in the context of a Relationship until September 2016, literally as I was coming back from the Oakland radiation oncology department. Musician, outdoorsy hiker type. A few decades too old for man-childishness to be excused. Gender: man, probably. Pronoun set: he/him.


Team Partner: a bunch of people who came together to help my partner in their hour of need. They include:

an old internet friend of mine who reads the Vorkosigan books
their wife
a friend of theirs

The first hosts: one of my partner's former co-workers who went into tech and her husband

The second hosts: another co-worker-ish person and her husband


Assorted now-local friends of mine include:

Mr. Zune: a former co-worker from Virtual Hammer who is now at the SEA-TAC outpost as his career was portable
Mr. Zune's Girlfriend: got a dream job in the Seattle area

[livejournal.com profile] tygerr: an old friend and Listee
[livejournal.com profile] tygerr's wife: an excellent and fun geek lady

Carnelian: a friend of mine from the late 90s; we had various different paths in life but now we're talking again and comparing notes.
Terezi: Carnelian's daughter, who infamously needed two stacked baby gates to keep her contained as a toddler. Now a proud teenage tumblr bb. (I haven't seen her in Many Years, but I'm likely to run into her more often now.)

Various #dw, #dw_kvetch, and #lj_s folk!!!

Posted by Jen

"You... are... so beautiful..."

"...to me."

"Thank you. Thank you very much."

 

[Leaning on piano]

"You... are... soooo beautiful..."

"...to meeee."

"The Goldmans, everyone! Fifty years today! Aren't they adorable?

 

"Can't you SEEE-EEE-EE?!?"

[sliding to front of stage on knees]

"You're... ev'ry-thing I HOPED for!"

[grimacing in pain]

"You're EVERYTHING I neeeeeeeeee..."

"...eeEEED!"

[winking at waitress]

 

"You... are... so beautiful..."

"Toooo... meeeeEEEEE."

 

Thank you, Nia C., Krystal C., Karen R., Julie R., Alison V., and Joshua P. Thank you so much. No, really. Thank you. Really. You're too much. Thank you. Tip your waitress!

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([syndicated profile] cakewrecks_feed May. 21st, 2017 01:00 pm)

Posted by Sharyn

Once Upon a Time...

...in the Kingdom of Zuu,

(By Artisan Cake Company)

lived a helpful young owl his Mom had named Huu.

 

Huu danced with Petunia when she did ballet,

(By Dinky Doodle)

 

and untangled Sloth when bars got in the way.

(By Conjurer's Kitchen)

 

He always had time to tie Sally's red bows,

(By Planet Cake)

 

and if Hedgie asked, Huu would polish his nose.

(By Debbie Does Cakes)

 

When Flamingos ran errands, he'd stay with their chicks,

(By Mike's Amazing Cakes)

 

and he made sure that George ate the greens, not the sticks.

(By Planet Cake)

 

Huu'd help Raffi up when he fell in a heap,

(By Sprinkles Cakes)

 

and he sang lullabies, to help Flo go to sleep.

(By Little Cherry Cake Co. for Cake Bomb)

 

He prattled with penguins,

(By Janet MacPherson Cake Craft)

 

he combed all the llamas,

(By Viva la Cake)

 

he even helped meerkats put on clean pajamas.

(By Dootsy Dora)

And after all that, our Huu still wasn't through.

On Sunday, he shared all of his Sweets with you.

 

Happy Sunday!

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([personal profile] azurelunatic May. 20th, 2017 05:38 pm)
Friday was more boxes. Putting olives and pineapple and a few other things in a sturdy box half-filled it, but it was already heavy enough. I made up the rest of the space with dry noodle soup cups: not easily crushed, but hella light.

It was beer bash day at Virtual Hammer, and my last one. My former manager's last day had been the week before (onward and upward). I was skeptical of the food choices, as the theme was "pizza party", and I was aware of what the "catering pizza" was like.

By 2pm, when the maintenance guy hadn't shown up for the pre-departure inspection, I called the office. I didn't want to miss beer bash. He came through at 2:45. No major issues, and maybe X place would be good for the moving pod, but it was a hard problem. (In this case, "major issues" is holes in walls, destroyed appliances, etc. I am sure there will be "minor issues".)

I headed for beer bash, slightly melancholy. (My partner urged me to try for not too much sadness.) I chatted with Nora, of course. I walked briskly up the path, but paused at the duck pond to take a few last pictures.

The duck pond at Virtual Hammer, glowing in the sunlight (with a certain amount of algae bloom).

Purple called just about then, as he was about a hundred meters behind me and wanted to catch up. He had a new-ish teammate with him, someone of a delightfully compatible sense of humor.

We grabbed some pizza (fortunately, there was sufficient pepperoni pizza, as the veggie pizza was laced with bell pepper), and contemplated the desserts.

1) Streusel pizza, an uninspiring-looking cinnamon-sugar crumb on something flat and pale.
2) Brownie pizza, with toasted mini marshmallows and peanut butter cups.
3) Popcorn with some red coating on it; this would prove to be mostly spicy.
4) Cookie pizza, chocolate chip with frosting, coconut shreds, and walnuts on top.

#1 looked like a waste of carbohydrate. #3 looked like not-dessert (and upon tasting, was indeed not-dessert).
I texted my partner with the descriptions of #2 and #4, and got back some incredulous punctuation. I loathe peanut butter, and have an oral hypersensitivity reaction to walnuts. (It burns and the lining of my mouth peels off. It's great.) My partner has complementary reactions: oral hypersensitivity to peanuts, and loathes walnuts.

Purple and his teammate and I had a lovely time in one of the tucked-away back tables. There was a lovely view out the windows. We talked about squirrels (Purple's noticed that modern squirrels know how to freeze and duck for cars), bees (Purple's childhood home had a prodigious amount of comb removed from a wall), the nature of "Netflix and Chill", and other such things.

Eventually, Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly called, and we figured out dinner. I spotted the cute receptionist across the upper quad, and said goodbye. We wandered back down to the lower quad, and Purple wrapped up. I dropped some spare buttons from the 2015 department conference, because I didn't really need that many as keepsakes, and someone at work might think they were cool.

We headed off for dinner. Goodbye, campus in the hills. You were beautiful, and I met so many lovely people there. Perhaps I'll visit again someday.

Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly had been delayed in leaving for dinner, because as she was heading out, there was a machine overheating, so she'd had to spray the fans with compressed air and such. I was careful to avoid "blowing" jokes at first. The restaurant had the air conditioning cranked up high, which had likely been appropriate in the heat of the day, but was less and less appropriate as the air cooled. I put on my jacket. Purple ran out to his car to grab his button-down shirt.

The on-table tablet thing behaved itself this time, by which I mean Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly was able to look at the drinks menu and pick out something, and then we were able to aim it away from us without it blinking. I got a sip of Purple's drink, which was just about the right amount. (Two would have been an okay amount too, but it was a little sour for me.)

Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly has picked up a new online game, where she is now known as "Finger." Most of the obvious jokes were less made than they were implied. She observed that it's very important to not (as someone had) leave the punctuation out of the greeting "Finger, my friend!" What happened was that she'd joined the game and picked a nickname; some dick had immediately taken offense to her basic existence. She'd argued that this was the internet, perhaps she didn't exist at all! Perhaps she was just a disembodied finger, typing. And thus her new name.

Purple walked me to my car. We chatted about this and that, and the move. I'll be fine. I tend to pre-react, rather than post-react. (Purple post-reacts.) My partner and I have good communications. I'll be sad to leave California, but not heartbroken like I was about leaving Darkside.

We set the date and time for our last dinner: Tuesday night, in the hole-in-the-wall Mediterranean place where they treat us like family. I'll want to say goodbye there, too.
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([personal profile] azurelunatic May. 20th, 2017 04:10 pm)
For reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, I started contemplating the components that make up an effective apology to me. There are the "five apology languages", which are siblings of the "five love languages", or something. That's interesting, but it isn't quite what I'm looking for.

What am I looking for?

a) Acknowledgment of the effect, and regret. (Regret is one of the apology languages.) Something happened and I was hurt; in an intimate and trustworthy relationship, I want them to know how I was hurt, and why it was hurtful. (Late to an event, hurt feelings, stubbed toe, irritated, etc.) Since they need to care for my well-being, I feel that it's appropriate that they regret my well-being was affected.
(In an untrustworthy relationship, giving them more information on how they have hurt me just gives them ammunition to hurt me further. If you find in your life that there are people where you don't want to let them know that you are hurt or how, contemplate your options for reducing those people's access to you.)

b) Root-cause analysis. What are the factors that led to this happening? Some are the responsibility of the person. (Accepting responsibility is one of the apology languages.) Sometimes there are factors that are nobody's responsibility, or are the responsibility of entities who are in no position to have things changed as a result of the incident. (A terrible day at the DMV is not likely to be solved by anyone saying "Hey, this was terrible.")

c) Making restitution, if appropriate. (Making restitution is one of the apology languages.) A date can often be rescheduled. Doing something nice and out of the ordinary is a mood-lifter. Fixing or replacing the broken thing. Sometimes there isn't really anything that can be done to make it better, and that probably should be acknowledged.

d) Failure prevention. (In the listed apology languages, "genuinely repenting" seems to fit this the closest.) With root-cause analysis and knowledge of the effects, we can use those to plan to avoid circumstances where this comes up again, and make a plan for mitigating the effects if it does come up again.


In my present primary relationship, my partner always genuinely regrets the hurt. They don't always understand why it was hurtful, so that portion often involves a lot of discussion. (And I can contribute to things going better by being more flexible in when and how that discussion happens.) The root cause often involves things that have grown out of traumatic experiences and situations in our past, which is ... fun. Restitution hasn't been a huge factor.

Root cause analysis and failure prevention tend to slide together, even though I have them listed as separate steps. It's at the failure prevention step where, like magic, I start calming down and feeling incredibly secure and loved. Since some of the factors involve trauma, the failure prevention often involves the slow process of healing (with and without the assistance of professionals), and my understanding and forgiveness of those things.

We're learning how to fight well and safely, and I love them so much.
([syndicated profile] cakewrecks_feed May. 19th, 2017 01:00 pm)

Posted by Jen

You're not going to believe this, minions, but Cake Wrecks is nine years old today.

I know, I know; and here we don't look a day over threeth.

 

Yes, against all odds, through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered, Cake Wrecks has fought its way to becoming a veritable dinosaur in the online world.

A dino named Rex, of course.

 

We've survived national disasters, online controversies, three presidential elections, three book tours (or was it four?), economic downturns, Facebook's soul-crushing algorithm, and that time John accidentally banned Canada. We've spawned memes, tributes, fan wrecks, and Epcot bunkers. We've outlived most - if not all - of our contemporaries, watching in bemused horror while long-standing humor sites died, were bought-out, or were bought-out and then died.

We rejected our own offers, though, because I figure if Cake Wrecks ever goes down, it's going down with me.

And hopefully with less airbrushing.

 

So here John and I've sat, in our virtual rocking chairs, on our metaphorical front porch, making snarky comments about the allegorical hairstyles of today's whippersnapper websites - and wondering how we can ever hope to top the past nine years.

After a lot of thought, we came up with something.

We decided this year is going to be our best yet - for you AND for us.

 

So starting next week, we're going to be counting down the Top 312 Cake Wrecks Posts Of All Time. That's right, you'll see the greatest, most hysterical wreckage out of nine years and over 3,000 posts - and on Sundays, the most stunning Sweets.

Now, John's spent the last few weeks ranking and reviewing our entire archives, and let me tell you: I don't remember 80% of these posts, and I'm the one that wrote them. So this will be a wrecky romp down Foggy Memory lane, the Cliff's Notes of Cake Wrecks, the cream of the crop, the best of the best, and bring us screeching into our 10 year anniversary in sweet, wrecktastic style.

All your favorites. All our favorites. All year long.

Not sure what this means (Age gets attacked by Beauty wielding a chainsaw?) but it feels appropriate here.

 

And THAT is how we top 9 amazing years: By cramming all the highest highs together. By looking back and reliving every laugh-'til-we-pee moment. By saying "HOW did I never see THIS one?" because if *I* don't remember most of these, then you can bet your convoluted cupcake cakes (patooie!) that you won't, either.

John and I will still be here 6 days a week. We'll be active on Facebook, moderating your comments, and of course I'll still be sharing all our non-cake adventures over on Epbot. The only real difference is that, for the next 365 days, every single post you see on Cake Wrecks will be one of our best ever.

I hope you'll stick around. It's gonna be fun.

 

And thanks to Emily A., Valerie D., Danielle B., & Anony M. for the excellent wreckporting.

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([personal profile] azurelunatic May. 18th, 2017 07:43 pm)
So as I alluded to in passing, I'm moving.

My departure from the Bay Area is May 31st.

The moving pod(s) will be with me from sometime May 26 through sometime May 31st.

I am driving to Tacoma with some of the stuff that's too delicate or otherwise unsuitable to be trusted to a pod. (Alcohol in the trunk. My computer. Stuff I'll need to survive for a week or so without things from the pod. The ancestral tea set from Dad's mom's side of the family, eventually destined for Ev. The box with the paper volumes of my journal.) The drive often takes two days; it's possible that I may accomplish it in one go, though I haven't yet driven it. (I did the Phoenix/SF drive in two days the first time, and one day on the two subsequent trips.)

The plan for Tacoma is:
* some sort of long-term pre-payable hotel for the first ~month, keeping in mind that I'll be off at Open Source Bridge for part of that, too
* two specific call centers to apply to
* look for a ~year lease
* look for a better job

Oh yes, and: see my partner and metamour on a regular basis.

This is earlier than I thought I'd be going, but it was suddenly time.

My world is boxes. Company would be welcome but is not necessary, and the number of sitting surfaces in here is drastically lower than usual.
([syndicated profile] cakewrecks_feed May. 18th, 2017 01:00 pm)

Posted by Jen

When your last name is Hammer, there's really just one way to nail a baby shower cake.

And that way...

 

...is NOT LIKE THIS.

Aw, crap.

 

Still, at least everyone can get a chuckle over sh*tty "hamer"s. Imagine being the only one at a baby shower to see something wrong with this cake topper - which, incidentally, ALSO involves nailing things:

o.0

Er, look, I realize my mind's in the gutter often enough to sprout legs and start scurrying, but seriously... HOW DID THE BAKER NOT SEE THIS?

Ahem.

 

Quick palate cleanser: look how pretty!

(By Sweet On You Cakes)

 

Aaaand back to reality:

Oh, BABY.

Almost makes you long for the days of hammer logs and randy giraffes, eh?

 

Thanks to Elizabeth H., Emily S., & Robin D. for the capital wreckage.

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([syndicated profile] cakewrecks_feed May. 17th, 2017 01:00 pm)

Posted by Jen

Welcome to another installment of...

Confessions of a Master Baker!
"Ordinary bakers. Extraordinary feats of bad judgment."


[baker's silhouette speaking in disguised voice]
"I guess I got a bit carried away with the chocolate drizzle -- you know, it's always a bit of a crap shoot..."

"I made my mother-in-law deliver it."

 

[whispered] Confessions...

 

"...and then I found myself smashing a disco ball on top of it."

 

[small sob] "I figured the lights would blind anyone who got too close!"

 

[whispered] Revelations...

 

"They loved skiing. Nothing says 'skiing' like giant plastic pickles and shredded Parmesan, right?" [hiccups]

"I didn't realize how bad it was 'til the bride threw it at me."

 

[whispered] Disclosures...

 

"They said they wanted 'steampunk,' so I googled it. Gears, tentacles, balloons - I was all, 'Hey, I got this.'"

"And, boy, did I get it."

 

[sound of pages flipping]
Uh...
ah!
[whispering] Formal professions of guilt...

 

"So then I said, 'hey, you know what'd be cute? Camouflage butterflies."

"But the bride just didn't see it."

 

Next week... on Confessions of a Master Baker:

"So I figured, put the babies ON the carrots..."

[light behind figures fades to black]

 

Thanks to Jessica W., Michelle B., Melanie J., Stella P., & Natalie S. for the delicious divulgences.

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([syndicated profile] cakewrecks_feed May. 16th, 2017 01:00 pm)

Posted by Jen

Bakers, sometimes it helps to remember the 5 Ws:

Who:

 

What:

 

Er, let's try that again. What?

That's better.

 

When:

 

Where:

 

WHY GAWD WHY:

 

And then you can add an H, for "How?"

See how helpful that was?

Though next time we should probably talk about your coffee orders:

::sigh::

 

Thanks EXTRA Large to Lindsey M., Jessica Y., Palmerik, Sydney V., Anony M., Bil & Nadia, Frederick, and Adrian J.

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([syndicated profile] cakewrecks_feed May. 15th, 2017 01:00 pm)

Posted by Jen

You ever see a cake and have one of those reactions like: "Ooooh, that's not good. I mean, it could be worse, I guess, but still, really not good. What was it for? ... A wedding?! OH THAT POOR BRIDE."

That's today's cakes.

 

They're all a bit sad...

 

A bit lumpy-bumpy...

 

A bit, "Oh. OH. Um, how... nice?"

 

When your wedding's "cupcake tower" looks like something you made during the slumber party for your 14th birthday:

 

Or when there's more wire in your wedding cake than the average 14-year-old's braces:

o.0

 

You know how in movies when the bad guy lets loose with a machine gun on a wall somewhere, leaving lines of bullet holes that the light shines through?

Imagine the gun shoots roses:

BAM.

(Yes, I know otherwise it's fine. JUST LET ME HAVE THIS.)

 

And finally, whatever you do, don't think about stretched skin.

Or parsley.

STOP IT.

 

Thanks to Carrie B., Deanna H., Jimena, Dawn D., Shannon, Britton E., Helen, & Pat J. for lifting our saggy, saggy spirits.

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([personal profile] azurelunatic May. 14th, 2017 02:21 pm)
Eurovision was yesterday! That was certainly an experience...

In honor of that, my traditional contribution to the party: chocolate covered strawberries.

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([syndicated profile] cakewrecks_feed May. 14th, 2017 01:01 pm)

Posted by Jen

Happy Mother's Day, cake fans!

And since we all know Mom is a superhero in disguise, CLEARLY we should celebrate with some Wonder Woman cakes:

(By California Cake Ldy)

 

After all, bullet-proof tiaras never go out of style, and I bet the Lasso of Truth would come in real handy during long car rides.

(By Sweet-Tooth's Cakes And Cupcakes)

 

With moms being the ultimate multi-taskers, it makes sense she'd juggle three superhero jobs:

(By Smash Cakery)

Leaping tall buildings in a single bound... while balancing the checkbook... plus she brought snacks.

 

Of course, there's always that one mom:

(By Cake Creations Perth)

...who looks way too good in black leather. Mrowr. (So not fair.)

 

Or there's the strong silent type who doesn't take any of your nonsense:

(By Tieni Mistretta)

 

Or the one who's just all-around super:

(By De Un Becado)

 

Right, now back to Wonder Woman.

(By 21 Cake Lane)

Because SO PRETTY.

 

In fact, here comes the most gorgeous doll cake I think I've ever seen:

(By Koalipops)

That skirt! The stars! Truly wonderful.

 

Well, whatever you call her, gang, I think we can all agree: Moms are definitely the bomb.

(By Bettie Rocker Cakes)

So if you can, go hug a mom today - and remind her what a superhero she really is.

 

(P.S. I love you, Mom! Thanks for showing me what courage, humor, and strength truly is.)

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([syndicated profile] cakewrecks_feed May. 12th, 2017 01:00 pm)

Posted by Jen

Some of my favorite new submissions this week:

 

Amy guessed "spleen." I'm thinking... croissant?

...that's shaped like a spleen?

Either way, it's a red-letter day for organ-loving birthday celebrants everywhere.

****

 

When Mom's trying to tell you something:

****

 

And when your gender reveal cake reveals more about your baker's reading comprehension:

PLOT TWIST: They're not pregnant, they're just really sneezey.

****

 

Grad season is upon us! Get ready to increase your vocabulary!

****

 

And finally, my Clearance Rack Find of the Week:

So say we all.

 

Thanks to Amy P., Violaine P., Judy H., Lori H., & Candy S. for the chicken scratch.

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Posted by Jen

Teachers, we appreciate you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So very, VERY much.

 

Thanks to Alanna R., Cristina M., Jennifer I., Lori V., J.C., Karen K., Michele D., & Kelly S. for the Teachers' Wheek Whell Whishes.

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