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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!




Comments

ooooohhhhh...that looks yummy!!!! i'm all for sins in the form of sweets! enjoy!
Danielle said…
I'd offer you a taste...but ::ahem:: they didn't make it through the night I'm afraid!

...danielle
Abbe said…
what exactly were they? i'm sooooo curious! and say hi to "uncle tom" from me! :)
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
labonte4 said…
My pants are getting tight just looking at them! Yes, I would demolish them ALL in one sitting. Not afraid to admit!
JSmith5780 said…
Mama- you need to market these!
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
Danielle said…
B...my pants are already too tight! *smile*

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

...danielle
Danielle said…
B...my pants are already too tight! *smile*

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

...danielle

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