From the desk of "This can't REALLY happen, can it?"

So, I work in Downtown Atlanta. Our director decided he wanted to do something special for some award winners we have in our department. A cupcake cake in the shape of a star was ordered.

I took one look at the cake and said "I have to go back and get my phone. People won't believe me without a picture."

After I took a picture, someone else commented, "That must have came from MLK or somewhere else in the ghetto."

It tasted good, though (well, as good as overwhipped sugary whipped topping can be).