Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Possibly the best news EVER.

Everybody has a flaw.

Wifey has one that kinda drives me nuts.

She's a great cook but hates to bake. HATES. TO. BAKE.

To me baking sounds a lot like cooking. Not really sure what the difference is.

But I think I know what the difference is to Wifey. Wifey don't be liking the baked goods. Is she a retard? Probably not. But she aint a fan of the baked goods (she's gotta be a 'tard, correct?) and tends not to bake much.

So where is possibly the best news ever as the title of today's blog suggests?

It seems there is gonna be a bakery built about 100 yards from my house. A bakery. Filled with baked goods. For me. To eat. Whenever I want.

Good thing Wifey likes to walk, huh?

10 comments:

Sparkle Plenty said...

Hmm. I can already see you and Mr. Hoag making like Hogan's Heroes and digging a secret tunnel that connects your house to the bakery. Hijinks ensue!

Anonymous said...

Mr. Hoagy is WIFEY?! Yikes!

Sparkle Plenty said...

No, no, tastycakes! I actually meant that they'd work on the tunnel as a manly buddy night project--after they finished the hairbraiding, waitress torture, cigar caressing, and whatnot?

Cake said...

"Good thing Wifey likes to walk, huh?"

Yup, cuz after that bakery's been there for awhile, NoOprah won't be able to do more than waddle.

Maybe we can take up a collection and get him one of those motorized scooter things once he gets so bloated on cookies and squares that even waddling becomes impossible...

Anonymous said...

I remember when a bakery opened up near my house...that was back when I could still see my toes.

Anonymous said...

Oooh I'll have to pay it a visit.

Anonymous said...

HitMe! I need some cards! HitMe! Not just any cards!

Hiiiiitmeeee!

(Sang to the tune of Help.)

Anonymous said...

Oops. Wrong blog.

Boston Bakeries Inc. said...

You'll no doubt be pleased to learn that all our baked goods will be free of trans fats and low in sugar! Yes, we know...a dream come true!

Anonymous said...

Maudit chriss de tabernac show off yankee pig of a dog.

You have wifey who is good cook. hien?

You boast about dis, hien?

Alors certain poor suffering peoples from de nort' countree have the wifes who make ever' ting come out like vidange. Is garbage, dat.

Still she's better cook den her mudder.

So you jus' count de blessings what you 'ave dere nophra. So your wifey she no bake. Big fat hairy deal, dat.

My wife, she ruins take-out food.