Lazy Ass!

This message comes from an angry southern belle who is dropping her southern charm and channeling her inner witchy-ness...

This one takes the cake! The mother duckin 4 tier cake!!

My mother and I are fellow Bitchy Bakers and this girl just decided to send my mother and I a motha ducking group message. First of all, if you want me to make a fondant voodoo doll of you and crush you with my bare hands than send me a text message trying to order a cake!! Secondly, to have the nerve to include another baker in the message like you want us to quote against each other... well girl, betta get ready for my wrath! 

Who the hell do you think you are!! Have we gotten so lazy today that we can't take the time to send 2 separate emails to 2 separate people! It's rude and most of all is disrespectful! 

I gotta go make a voodoo doll... I can't even handle it anymore!

Under the Kitchen Sink

Yes I wanted a very special cake for this Tuesday... 

Oh I'm so sorry but I usually require at least 2 weeks notice and am currently booked until August.

 Oh really??! Awe man... It's just small, I guess I'll have to think of something else... I mean you don't have anything lying around?? I just need a basketball cake

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Oh shit! I just found one under my sink... Exactly where I left it... Just lying around... It happens to be a basketball cake in the exact size and flavor you would like. I'm glad you happen to ask me if I had some lying around cause I don't know what I would have done with this small basketball cake?

Idiot Proof

I feel like my website is pretty idiot proof but it turns out idiots need cake too!

It's a simple, standard contact form at the Contact tab of my website.

Subject-

Date of Event-

Servings Needed-

Message-

Seems simple enough right?!

Well...

Subject- can you connect me (555-DUMB) I think she meant "contact" me but that's just my brain, actually working and trying to interpret her message.

Date of event- June 20 2015 (good girl, you got that one right!)

Servings needed- cake (that's my favorite one)

Message-

No, don't think for a second I forgot to put something on that last one cause that's what she put... Jack shit!

Seriously?!?!?! Deep breath! And by the way, since writing this post, she has now Facebook messaged me and called my phone... Seems like she's not have a problem connecting now.

My BAD!

Hey Miss BB, this is the sweetest southern voice you have ever heard ma'am. I just wanted to call and say that my daughter is graduating in May and I just don't think she really wants one of your cakes, just maybe some cupcakes and some decorative cookies. Can we come and meet with you to talk about it?

Ohhhh man, I'm so sorry sweet southern voice, but I'm crazy booked up with weddings every weekend.

(Sweet southern voice magically disappears) "Oh ok thanks then"

Well, said in my sweet southern voice, feel free to contact my friend. She does awesome work and I bet she's available. Here's all her info so you can give her a call.

"Oh ok, does she make cupcakes and cookies and all that kind of stuff?"

No you idiot, she makes balloon animals!! My BAD! Mother Ducker!!

I'm That Big

I hadn't realized that I had gotten so big that I needed a personal assistant.

My phone rang yesterday with what seems to be a very confused girl even though she contacted me. I think one of the most frustrating ways to start a conversation is...

"hi this is the Bitchy Baker"

"yes can I talk to the Bitchy Baker"

(Mother ducker!!!!!! What did I just say!) "hold on one minute while I go get her hello this is the Bitchy Baker"

"Ummm ummm, yea, what kind of business do you have?"

(😳 what the duck?!?!) "I make cakes" *said in the most annoyed, sarcastic voice ever!*

"Ummm Umm Hol' On" 

--the duck she just told me to hold on!! Oh hellllllll no!!! You do not call me and ask me to hold on... Unless you want me to scrape your face off with my palette knife!!!

"HELLLLOOOO!!"

"Oh ummmm, ummm do you have like a store?"

-- by this point it's all I can do not to hang up the phone and punch a hole in my precious pink walls!"

"Yes" I say with a demonic voice

"Ok, ummm I was calling to see if you wanted a personal assistant"

"NO THANKS!"

Hahahahahahaha seriously!! Even if I was in a cake coma and had buttercream coming out of my eyeballs I would never hire you!! You call me you don't listen when I answer the phone, you tell me to hold on, you don't even know what kind of business I have, and you don't even know if I have a shop that I work out of! Why would you want to work for me!!! You know nothing about me, this is completely ridiculous!! I hate you goodbye!

All Hail The Queen

So, I dubbed myself "The Bitchy Baker" but it turns out that my title has been snatch and upgraded by a motha duckin Queen Bitchy Baker! Y'all won't believe this, but a girl in my area who has been doing cakes a few years longer than I have... who apparently stalks not only mine but all other caker's Facebook pages with anger, hatred, and jealousy in her eyes and has even called the Deparment of Agriculture and/or Health Department on anyone who is not licensed has decided to go onto the sweetest Bitchy Bakers FB page and leave her a 1 star review!! Now take a moment to pick your jaw up off the floor and slide on your "gonna beat a bitch boots" and head my way to knock this girl out! I mean really?! I don't even know this woman and she has never had any of my amazing shit yet she feels the need to go on my page and give me 1 star! That's one bold ass... and sooo green with envy mother ducker! All Hail the Queen...

Budget You Say?!

Am I the only one who determines whether they love or hate a bride just by their email? I don't know if it was because I was raised by parents who loved me or if it's just because I have a soul and conscience but I find it incredibly rude if the opening line of your email is, "How much your cakes are because I'm on a budget and I gotta see if you cost too much." I mean, do you really think that I'm going to be like, "Hell Yeah I'm sooo pumped to make your cake, so lets talk numbers!" because I damn sure hate to break it to you, but I just don't think you are the right bride for me! I don't expect people to smother me with compliments or to worship me like the cake queen that I am, but a little class, common sense, and manners go a whole lot further.