Sunday, February 14, 2010
Back in the day when my dogs were really, really bad, they gnawed on the remote control, notably the power button. Now the TV turns on at random times, like in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, which is a pain because the TV popping on throws me into confused, half-awake freak-outs:
Me: John! Wake up! WAKE UP! A burgular has broken into the house and is downstairs watching Friends!!! Tell that asshole to turn it down and to stop laughing at the dumb parts.
Being the uber-romantic I am, I got John a replacement remote control for Valentine's Day. Don't judge me, that is what he asked for. In an attempt to take this practical gift from "heh?" to "YOWZA!" I decided to make a chocolate cake that LOOKED like a remote control. How clever is that? An edible remote control. Brilliant.
Except it turned out like this:
I'm not sure what that looks like. R2D2 maybe? Am I insulting R2D2?
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