Received this curious gem of a comment the other day. Not exactly sure what it means. Spent a considerable amount of time googling "four thousand dirty cakes + williamsburg." Not a movie, nor an art installation... possibly a bakery liquidation?
I think I don't get it because, to be honest, Lauren is too smart for me. Homegirl's got me googling like no other ALL THE TIME. I love her brain, love her heart even more. All I could think of was this, but alas, I think those are dirty pillows, not cakes. And these pillows are not dirty, in fact, squeaky clean. It really floors me when people take the time to let me know when they see things that remind them of me. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Might just be one of the best things ever. Of course, I take everything as a compliment.
EPILOGUE: CASE CLOSED: LITERAL DIRTY CAKES!!! (thanks, A!)