If you have been reading this blog from it’s VERY INCEPTION, you know I’ve been keeping the top layer of my wedding cake in the freezer all these many years. If you haven’t been around since the days of Live Journal, here’s the very first post on this topic, archived and documented.

Well, mutherfuckers, it’s been 18 years. These pictures were taken this month. This gd wedding cake is aging better than I am.

GUESS WHAT IT SMELLS LIKE?

If you guessed Freezerburn, Final Boss* / Frosty the Snowman’s hangover farts on New Year’s morning

you are correct!

PS: I pointed out to my husband that our marriage is getting up into the length of major felony convictions. Like, people who committed manslaughter/armed robbery the week we got married have conceivably paid their debt and are now walking free. For some reason, he took offense. But I didn’t mean it like our marriage is a punishment, I’m just in awe at the length of time we’ve put in.

*I really wanted to use “pounded in the butt by the physical manifestation of freezerburn,” but it would have been stolen from this book title, which is so awesome I cannot put into words. And further, every time I go look at the author’s catalogue, my day gets better. I haven’t yet read any of his books so far, but should probably throw some money at this guy just for the laughs he’s given me thus far.