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with friends like these...

bring on the enemies!

This *sin in a jar* (as nicked by the visiting Babu) was unexpectedly found on my door stoop...

sent just for me by an amazing mom...and friend!

Who also happens to be a mad custom cake maker!

Love you Sharon!




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Monica~ James~ Connor said…
ooooohhhhh...that looks yummy!!!! i'm all for sins in the form of sweets! enjoy!
September 20, 2008 at 2:54 PM
Danielle said…
I'd offer you a taste...but ::ahem:: they didn't make it through the night I'm afraid!

...danielle
September 20, 2008 at 3:12 PM
Abbe said…
what exactly were they? i'm sooooo curious! and say hi to "uncle tom" from me! :)
September 20, 2008 at 10:37 PM
Danielle said…
those little jars of yum...were Sharon's cake in a jar! And let me tell you...I have NEVER had such delicious cake in my life! Seriously...they were amazing! In fact...my mouth is watering just from the memory!

And Uncle Tom (I giggle a little everytime I say that) says HI back!

...danielle
September 21, 2008 at 5:04 AM
labonte4 said…
My pants are getting tight just looking at them! Yes, I would demolish them ALL in one sitting. Not afraid to admit!
September 21, 2008 at 6:06 AM
JSmith5780 said…
Mama- you need to market these!
September 22, 2008 at 5:55 AM
Mama Skates said…
thx lady - u're so sweet! (pun intended)

i'm glad u guys enjoyed them....after the reviews that i'm getting from u and shanna, i might just have to offer them ;0)

xoxox,
sharon
September 22, 2008 at 6:33 AM
Danielle said…
B...my pants are already too tight! *smile*

Jen & Sharon...these definately NEED to be marketed! Especially with Christmas coming!

...danielle
September 22, 2008 at 8:01 AM
Danielle said…
B...my pants are already too tight! *smile*

Jen & Sharon...these definately NEED to be marketed! Especially with Christmas coming!

...danielle
September 22, 2008 at 8:01 AM
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