Walmart bakery birthday cake designs

(Throwaway) It sounds so fickle but my brother is 9 and it was his birthday a couple days ago and he got so many things. Even 2 cakes and a £300 venue for his birthday and every single thing he wanted (including the £100 he asked for). But for my 16th birthday I got nothing, no cake,no presents, no dinner. Nothing. I feel bad for complaining but it’s so tiring. I can’t stand it

If you lost your designer sunglasses at Appleby Line Walmart, my friend just turned them in to customer service 5 minutes ago

Uploaded 13 MITM scripts. Asked it to write two scripts: one with a prompt from me and one without.
My prompt:
Reese is a billionaire. Having not showered for a month in an attempt to force a girl to dump him, medical science discovered a cure for cancer inside the mould on his body.
He enjoys being petty and lauding his new success over everyone. Malcolm is assistant manager at Lucky Aide; Craig is his boss. Dewey has some success in music. Francis and Piama have many kids. One was killed after the rocket-powered stroller Malcolm built went haywire and crashed into Lucky aide. Hal is Reese's dogsbody at the mansion.
**INT. REESE'S MANSION - DAY**
*The mansion is lavish, but the family’s interactions bring out an absurd contrast. The living room is enormous, filled with expensive decor, and an oversized portrait of Reese hangs on the wall. Lois, now in her early 60s, is sitting on an opulent couch, knitting furiously. Hal, also in his early 60s, is polishing a chandelier awkwardly, occasionally muttering to himself.*
**LOIS**
Hal, if that chandelier sparkles any more, it’s going to blind someone.
**HAL**
(balancing on a ladder)
It’s Reese’s orders, Lois. He wants everything to shine, especially his ego.
*The door opens and Dewey, now 33 and dressed in a casual yet stylish outfit, walks in with a guitar case slung over his shoulder.*
DEWEY
Hey Mom, Dad. Just got back from my latest gig. The crowd actually knew the words to my songs this time.
LOIS
(smiling)
That's wonderful, Dewey. Maybe someday they'll spell your name right on the marquee.
HAL
(teasing)
Don't get your hopes up too high, son. Remember when they called you "Dewey Decimal"?
DEWEY
(sighing)
Yeah, that was a low point.
*Reese, 38, enters, wearing an outlandish designer suit. He’s holding a champagne glass and has an obnoxiously smug grin.*
**REESE**
Ah, the smell of success... and the faint scent of cancer-curing mold. How’s everyone doing in my mansion today?
**DEWEY**
(sighs)
We’re fine, Reese.
*Malcolm, 37, enters wearing a disheveled Lucky Aide uniform, looking defeated.*
**MALCOLM**
Assistant Manager Malcolm reporting for duty. Another day of stacking shelves and avoiding Craig’s motivational speeches.
**CRAIG (O.S.)**
(excitedly)
Malcolm, you're late! There are sales figures to review!
**CRAIG**
(enters, looking chipper)
Malcolm, you need to embody the Lucky Aide spirit! Which, coincidentally, is just like your soul – non-existent!
**MALCOLM**
(deadpan)
Good morning to you too, Craig.
*Francis, 42, enters with Piama, 39, followed by a gaggle of children. They look tired but resilient.*
**FRANCIS**
Hey everyone, the gang’s all here. I barely managed to wrangle the kids into the minivan without losing one.
**PIAMA**
(holding a baby)
Francis, we did lose one. Remember? Little Jamie.
**FRANCIS**
(clearly struggling)
Oh right, how could I forget. Thanks for the rocket-powered stroller, Malcolm.
**MALCOLM**
(muttering)
I was just trying to help...
**REESE**
(laughing)
That’s right! Malcolm’s bright idea to save energy by rocketing Jamie around. Talk about a crash course in parenting.
*Hal finishes polishing and descends the ladder, his back creaking audibly.*
**HAL**
(to Reese)
Is there anything else you need, Master Reese?
**REESE**
(smirking)
Just your dignity, Dad. Oh wait, I already have that hanging on the wall.
*He points to a framed piece of paper that says "Hal’s Dignity" in elaborate calligraphy. Francis tries to gather his children, who are running around the room causing chaos.*
**FRANCIS**
Kids, gather round! Uncle Reese has some... interesting stories about how not to become a complete sociopath.
**REESE**
(grinning)
Careful, Francis, or I might just buy your children and send them to a Swiss boarding school.
*Lois looks up from her knitting, her expression stern.*
**LOIS**
Reese, why don’t you show a little humility?
**REESE**
(mockingly)
Humility? That’s rich coming from the woman who terrorized us all with her iron fist. Remember, Mom, you raised me to be this way.
*Piama finally speaks up, trying to maintain some normalcy.*
**PIAMA**
Reese, why don’t you use some of your money to help Francis and me find a place of our own? This mansion is... a bit much.
**REESE**
(smirking)
Why would I do that? Watching you all squirm is the best entertainment my money can buy. Plus, it keeps you all under my thumb.
*The family looks at each other, a mix of resignation and frustration. Malcolm, trying to muster some hope, speaks up.*
**MALCOLM**
You know, Reese, money can’t buy happiness.
**REESE**
(grinning wider)
No, but it can buy a rocket-powered stroller. Right, Malcolm?
*The family doesn’t laugh. They just continue with their tasks, each of them silently dealing with their own absurd reality.*
REESE Oh, come on. You all are acting like I haven't earned this. Remember when I stopped showering for a month to force my girlfriend to dump me, and medical science found a cancer-curing mold on my body? Yeah, when you become a billionaire by accident, then we can talk about humility and charity.
LOIS (grimly) I still can't believe that's what made you rich. It's like the universe played a cruel joke on us.
HAL (to himself) And I’m the punchline...
Francis tries to calm down one of his screaming kids, who is running around the room with a toy sword.
FRANCIS (to the kid) Hey, buddy, maybe Uncle Reese can buy you a real sword next time.
PIAMA Francis, don't encourage him. The last thing we need is Reese arming the children.
REESE (laughing) Now there's an idea. A fully armed and operational battle station... of children.
Lois, unable to take it anymore, stands up and faces Reese directly.
LOIS Reese, this isn't funny. You're sitting on all this money, while the rest of us are struggling. Have a heart, for once in your life.
REESE (mock sympathy) Oh, I’m sorry, Mom. Did you want a loan? Maybe I could throw you a few million to ease your pain?
DEWEY (flatly) How generous of you, Reese. Maybe after you’re done pretending to care, you could actually do something helpful.
REESE (smirking) Ah, Dewey, always the moral compass. How’s that working out for you in the real world?
Malcolm finally speaks up, tired of Reese's constant gloating.
MALCOLM You know what, Reese? Enjoy it while it lasts. Because at the end of the day, you’re just as miserable as the rest of us. Money can’t fix everything.
REESE (leaning forward) Maybe not, but it sure makes it a hell of a lot more fun.
The family continues their tasks in silence, each of them dealing with their absurd lives. The camera pulls back, showing the entire family together, yet worlds apart.
NARRATOR (MALCOLM) (TC) And there it is. Twenty years later, and we’re still stuck in this crazy dynamic. But hey, at least we’re in it together. Even if together means living under the reign of King Reese.
Fade out as the family continues to interact, each dealing with their bizarre lives.
END.
This is the script ChatGPT generated with no prompts from me.
INT. FAMILY LIVING ROOM - DAY
The living room looks lived-in and somewhat cluttered, but there's an air of warmth. Lois, now in her early 70s, sits on the couch, reading a book. Hal, in his early 70s, is trying to fix a broken lamp.
LOIS Hal, if that lamp could talk, it would ask you to stop torturing it.
HAL (holding wires) I'm almost there, Lois. Just a few more tweaks...
The door bursts open, and in walks Dewey, now 33. He's a music teacher with a calm demeanor but still carries a playful spirit.
DEWEY Guess who just composed an entire symphony based on cat meows?
LOIS (smiling) Let me guess, you?
DEWEY Absolutely. And I think the school might actually play it this time.
Reese, 38, enters, wearing a police uniform. He's matured but still has a mischievous glint in his eye.
REESE Hey, Dewey, did you finally convince them to give you real instruments?
DEWEY You'd be surprised how versatile a classroom full of recorders can be.
Malcolm, 37, walks in with a briefcase. He looks every bit the successful professional but carries the weight of his responsibilities.
MALCOLM (deep sigh) Tough day at the office.
HAL You know, I still don’t understand why you didn’t go for that cushy research job in Switzerland.
MALCOLM It’s called ambition, Dad. Plus, the world needs policymakers who understand quantum physics.
LOIS And your father needs someone who understands how to fix a lamp.
MALCOLM (laughing) Let's call an electrician before Dad electrocutes himself.
Francis, now 42, enters with his wife Piama, 39. Francis looks rugged and has clearly embraced his life on the ranch.
FRANCIS Hey, family! Guess who wrangled two wild horses this morning?
PIAMA (smiling) And then tried to convince them to wear cowboy hats.
HAL Francis, you always did know how to talk to animals.
FRANCIS Too bad it doesn’t work on my kids.
Jamie, now 22, enters, holding a baby. He’s grown into a responsible young man, taking after both Lois and Hal in different ways.
JAMIE Mom, Dad, everyone, meet little Lois.
LOIS (teary-eyed) You named her after me?
JAMIE Of course. We wanted her to have a strong name.
The family gathers around the baby, cooing and fussing over her. The doorbell rings, and Reese opens it to reveal Craig, in his late 60s, holding a cake.
CRAIG I heard there’s a family reunion and thought I’d crash the party with cake!
LOIS (sighs) Come on in, Craig. You’re practically family at this point.
CRAIG (placing the cake on the table) I’m honored. So, who wants to hear about my new job at the library?
MALCOLM (smirking) As long as it doesn’t involve you dressing up as a book.
CRAIG Oh, Malcolm, you wound me.
The family laughs, and the camera pulls back, showing the entire family together, enjoying the moment.
NARRATOR (MALCOLM) (TC) Twenty years later, and we're still as chaotic as ever. But I wouldn’t trade this crazy family for anything. Well, maybe for a Nobel Prize... but then again, probably not.
Fade out as the family continues to chat and laugh.
END.

DDay #3 in less than a year. I found a stray search for “girlfriend roleplay asmr” on youtube (after we had already discussed inappropriate asmr he’d been watching AND made him an appropriate asmr playlist on spotify). We talk for four hours before he reveals he’s actually been back in his addiction cycle for over two months. What I thought was six months sobriety and recovery was lies, lies, lies.
What’s funny about that is our big DDay, #2, was on his birthday. So we didn’t celebrate his birthday last year. To make up for that, on his half birthday and 6 months sober mark, I surprised him with a cake and a card and we watched his favorite movie (which took like 5 hours and we have a baby). But as it turns out? He wasn’t sober anyway.
A big “fuck you” to Accountable2You who continued tracking all safari activity EXCEPT youtube on the safari app. He noticed before I did. This is unbearable. I don’t know how anyone survives this.

Hello! New to the neighborhood and my friends are hosting a bbq upstate. I wanted to bring a nice dessert with me - Either a small cake or a box of pastries- and looking to support local. Anyone have suggestions of the best bakery to pick something like this up! Thanks

These are available at my local bakery and I was hoping to get an estimate on how many cals? It’s a 3 inch Victoria sponge cake

So my (30F) birthday is coming up. My husband (31M) is hosting a little get-together to surprise me (I found out, we’ll get into why). I’m very reserved as I didn’t grow up in the most conventional way and don’t trust a whole lot of people so my husband is just inviting those that have been consistently in my life and supported me. So my siblings, their spouses/kids, his siblings, their spouses/kids, a few friends, and his parents (I joke I’ve adopted them and even if we ever separated, I get them in the divorce, he’s fine with it 😂)
My sister reached out to my husband to convince him to invite my parents (60M, 55F). I don’t have a good relationship with them, honestly there not much of a relationship at all. I only hear from them when family has passed, birthdays, or anniversaries (usually just a quick phone call). When they do come to my state to visit, they expect me to drop everything to come to them, they have maybe been at my house 2 times since I’ve lived here for 3 years, just for 30 minutes each time.
Also, the last two birthdays I’ve had, my dad made plans to take me out for dinner or hangout, and then just never showed up. Which is a trigger since he did that a lot growing up. We’d have to “wait for dad to cut the cake and open presents” only for him to not show up at all, super embarrassing as a kid with all your friends over to celebrate. Even though I try to not let it get to me, it’s still disappointing at 30. They don’t try to have a relationship with me, but tell my entire family I ignore their calls and text. My siblings know that’s BS because I’ve shown them the proof but the rest of the family believes it.
So basically my husband said no, he would not be inviting them. My sister hasn’t let up though so he spilled the beans about the get together and flat out asked me if I wanted them there….my first reaction….no. Any opportunity to spend time with me “one-on-one” they refuse but because everyone else will be there, now they want to spend time with me? And with my dads drinking problem, small get togethers turn into family fights, I don’t want my in-laws to experience that. As a child, I didn’t feel like they wanted me around and I grew up with a lot of self hate, thought there was something wrong with me, and it’s taken a lot of time/years to heal from that. So….AITA?
Side note: my parents have had a tumultuous relationship my whole life. My first memory is of them fighting. There’s always been a cycle of dad cheats, mom stays...just for the cycle to start over. Many times us kids were caught in the middle of it, my sister probably the most. The most recent event being last week. My dad told my mom for the 100th time he’s in love with some girl at work who’s half his age. (He’s your typical 60yo white man who hooks up with women who barely speak English and then vote for some like Tonald Drump to “save America from foreigners”, it’s gross and I feel for those girls who fall for his sh*t) He even had the nerve to say it ok for him, the guy, to cheat but it’s “gross” if my mom did and he’d never forgive her because how dare a woman cheat.
When I have confronted them in the past about how I feel, I’m told I’m an adult now and what happened when I was child shouldn’t matter anymore. How my dad treats my mom is “non of my business”.

Ladies turn to ice cream when things go south so why not have flavors titles, … ‘You’re a Piece of Sh*t’ in chocolate ice cream. Lots of expanding on names and flavors for the girl’s get it out carb nights… ‘Cry in My Confetti’ Birthday Cake flavor, etc.

I'm aware we have some that serve cakes that taste factory made with no flavour beyond sugar, I don't know of any genuinely good bakeries selling nice bread, fresh croissants, tarts and stuff. Any recommendations?

Some from ny family: a cake with a clock saying tick tock tick tock, and alligator in hot air balloon.

I want to thank everyone for their support and kind words. I can't tell you that it was one of the worst days of my life but a kind soul on here was able to make it possible to have a warm place to sleep and eat. My son's birthday wasn't really memorable for him or his sister. No wrapped pile of presents or decorated hole and friends. (I was late checking out of the air bnb and it was pretty tough...I understand their anger I just don't understand how it was all understanding and condolences to calling muscle and throwing away things ad I'm bringing the last of our worldly possessions to my carvin hopes of finding room for it. they threw his cake out in front of me. it admittedly didn't have icing or anything on it yet but it HAD TO still be warm. I just stayed quiet and focus on getting our stuff out. We were 1 hour late to checking out and the cleaning lady was so nice when she first arrived. I told her I would be completely done inside of 30 minutes and I'd gladly help clean to ease my burden on her. She told me to take an hour and smiled and left. The got the last laugh (literally) as I awkwardly got into my stuffed car and left around the corner to the nearest park to figure out what to do.
Que kind person financially making it possible to pay for the night I needed to stay at this temporary airbnb for. I have decided to go back to my reservation and move in with my mother. I clearly have some sort of mental issue regarding anxiety and fear of confrontation. I used to be so outgoing and jovial publicly now I'm borderline agoraphobia. I've worked the nightshift exclusively for 14-15 years now. I ended up really sick and was intubated for 18 days . when I gained all my faculties back i went to work about a year ago now. Everyone said it was a bad idea but i felt the need to make money for my family . The chickens have come home to roost it seems.
I'm so sorry I didn't update you guys earlier. The more I thought about it the more mean the imaginary comments became as to why I hadn't provided a update. completely illogical obviously but that was the reasoning.
So what was it that made me gain the courage to come and share what I have? Well I find myself in almost the exact same position though I'm in touch with the airbnb owner who's been reasonable thus far.
is there a place where I could apply for a loan? I've tried to get a loan abgee places in town but they are hesitant about my pay stubs and don't care to speak with any references or take collateral into consideration.
I was always only paid in e transfers and cash. (I clean grocery store floors. waxing, daily scrub/buff.) any ideas guys? it's Sunday so I'm very limited on who I can talk to.

Hello everyone
I (31F) and my husband (37M) have a 5yo son who is non-verbal autistic. Yesterday was my son's birthday and we decided to arrange a cookout with my SIL, which I absolutely adore, and her girlfriend. It's not the first time we got together, we've been doing this for two years now. The only difference was that my SIL's girlfriend brought the kid she is raising (6M) for the first time, I'll call him Simon.
She is not his biological mother. When Simon was 2yo he was taken away from his parents because his father was a dr*g addict and his mother a pr*stitute and the environment he was growing up in wasn't safe. As next of kin my SIL's girlfriend took him in, and has been caring for him since then.
Every time we would meet she would leave him at grandma's house but this time it was not possible. She told me that she explained to Simon that my son wasn't very good about sharing his toys and to behave in other people's houses.
All good for me, I put various toys in the living room and we went to the kitchen to prep the cake and the meat for the cookout. I was checking my son from time to time to see if he was okay and in the beginning, it was fine. Simon was playing with the toys and my son was watching cartoons unbothered.
Things just went downhill from there.
We caught Simon throwing toys at my son, with not enough force to hurt but enough to the point my son was getting annoyed. His "mother" told him to stop, and he did for a whole five minutes than when he thought we weren't looking he resumed. My son turned off the TV and retreated to another part of the living room, further from Simon.
Then Simon started going through drawers and boxes, I didn't get bothered because I figured a kid was probably going to look for more toys although there were enough already out. Then he tried to purposefully break my son's toys by trying to rip out the wheels and doors of the cars, and stomping on other toys. He got scolded and stopped.
My son's juice bottle fell onto the floor and spilled a little, Simon came to me to tattle on my son and suggest I should punish my son, I cleaned it but didn't punish my son and I could see the frustration on Simon's face. He tried to do this a few more times, with different things but I didn't punish my son (of course) and I could see the frustration growing on Simon's face.
Then it came the time to start cooking on the grill, we all went to the backyard and right away Simon asked to take my son's pedal tractor out of the little garage my husband built, I replied that it wasn't a good idea as we were cooking and going back and forth and it wouldn't have the space. He seemed to accept it until he was caught taking the tractor out of the garage, and when he was scolded for it he just tried to blame my son, that my son had told him to take the tractor out, my non-verbal son.
We gave him other toys to play with and it was all good, for a while. They played together for a good amount until my son went into the house to get other toys and Simon was putting a few toys on the step, I thought it was odd since he was further away from the step but when my son got out of the house I understood, the moment my son put his foot on the step he immediately slipped and fell.
At this point I was getting annoyed with Simon's behavior and so was my son, so much so that my son signaled he wanted to take a bath, I figured he wanted distance from Simon. I remember my SIL mentioning that Simon hates water and screams bloody murder every time he takes a bath.
I went to the bathroom and bathed my son but left a little water for him to play before getting out. I went real quick to the backyard to check on things and that's when I saw Simon sneak into the house. I went after him only to find him near the tub watching my son bathe. At this point, I felt really creeped out. I asked Simon to go to the backyard and closed the bathroom door staying with my son. Two minutes later the door opened, I thought it could be my SIL or her girlfriend to ask to use the bathroom or something but no, it was Simon, asking me to watch my son bathe, I said no and asked him to go to the backyard. He left but did it two more times.
I took my son out of the bath, dressed him, and left him to play in the living room while trying to contain Simon in the backyard. That's when my husband arrived home from work. We went inside, the food was ready and after a few minutes he went to kiss our son, that's when Simon grabbed my husband's hand and dragged him away to show him something in the kitchen (which ended up being nothing, and he met my husband two minutes before) just to get him away from our son.
My son has a piano that he doesn't share under any circumstance and it is stored in another room, my son went to play (smash random keys, I'm still trying to teach the little I know) and I followed him, not long after Simon was there too. My son was playing and Simon inserted himself, trying to play the piano. My son pushed him not enough for him to fall just so Simon couldn't reach the piano, and here comes the performance worthy of an Oscar, Simon started making some throat noises and saying in a chocked voice "he's chocking me" when I could clearly see my son's hand on his chest.
At this point, I was beyond annoyed and just turned off the piano and motioned for us to go into the kitchen. We ate and SIL's girlfriend was commenting on how little Simon had ate (he had been dismissed already and we were still eating). He comes back and asks in a demanding tone "When are we eating the cake? I'm hungry"
SIL's girlfriend felt embarrassed and apologized but I said it was okay, from this point on we just quickly lit up the candles and sang happy birthday, and then my husband who was at this point also getting annoyed at Simon's attitude just made up plans on the spot for us to take a walk after "such a big meal" and SIL started to grab her things to go home.
SIL's girlfriend came to talk to me and apologize for Simon's behavior, she told me that every day she is called to the school because of his behavior, for one thing or another. I suggested to her to get him a psychologist and she said he had regular appointments and she is now waiting for a psychiatrist appointment to get him assessed. I said it wasn't her fault, the feeling I had was that she is at her wit's end. We said goodbye and went our separate ways.
I don't want to put my son through all of this stress again but on the other hand, I don't want to stop inviting my SILs and girlfriend over for the things we used to do. How do I proceed from here? How do I ask SIL's girlfriend to stop bringing Simon? Should I even ask that? I feel I'm being unfair by asking this of her. Any advice?
Sorry for the long post!