Amanda the Great by Amanda El-Dweek for November 09, 2018

…and your uncle sent you a beautiful, moist chocolate cake? – The down-side being it was made with bacon fat.

I hope you made a nice memorial for that cake and put up a sign that said “My chocolate cake met it’s end on this spot”. Maybe the Chocolate cake fairies will reward you with another cake and somebody might also make you a nice origami cake that you can put by your bed.

Did it happen in slow motion? “Noooooooooooo”

What you need Amanda is I would like to call “Beer Reflexes.” At basketball games and football games, I’ve seen men and a few women stumble and/or fall down the steps of stadiums and basketball arenas. And everything is lost except for their beer. Only a few minor splashes Hit the floor

You know, if you ever come to Buffalo, and look me up, I’ll bake you a German chocolate cake! We’ll sit down together and eat the whole thing! Unless you’d rather have my warm pumpkin sensation. It’s like pumpkin pie, but better!

Autumn leaves don’t taste to bad… cigarette butts though – maybe the moist, delicious, German chocolate cake is a lost cause after all.

I think there is a lot of sympathy for this here.

@Amanda El Dweek:

In panel 2, you forgot the dog mess! ;o)

it was a slow start for me, getting into your bedazzled brain, but now i am passionately a follower. Your chocolate cake saga was delicious!

You have my fullest compassion, Amanda!

Something similar happened to me once, when I wanted to get my homemade chocolate cream cake with much cream-topping out of the fridge and it fell from the cake plate upside down onto the kitchen floor … I cried snot and water (a German saying for “Rotz und Wasser heulen” = to cry one’s eyes out).

Oh what a big drama at that time for me… plus it has been my birthday cake!

To quote my wife, “Pull up your big girl panties and get on with your life.”

“Someone left the cake out in the rain: I don’t think that I can take it…”—Donna Summer