Oh, NUTS: Frustrated Acorn Cupcakes!

So, yesterday, I asked my friend Eric to give me a noun and a general state of being.  This is what we've come up with.

"This is marvelously delicious", David seems to say, as he ponders the name in which he will don his fellow frustrated acorn cupcake friend.

Poor thing never really did get a name, but he was cherished (and first picked!), so that's nice.







"Gahhhhh!  We're all so fuuurussstrated in this house!  Why are we all so unfortunately stuck with these pangs of general DISCOMFORT??", Wei Wei (the yellow acorn) clearly inquires.  If you could see her face.  Which, I promise, was quite obvious at the time.

So, what's the deal with the Frustrated Acorn Cupcake clan you ask?  Pfff...what's the deal with YOU?? (they all say in unison...gah).

 Meet the F.A.C. clan!

CHRIS, the loud and obnoxiously frustrated American FAC.  He'll tell you how he really feels!











Wei Wei, the quiet, feminine type that keeps her frustrations and discomforts to herself.  This is not good for her health, and she has tummy problems.

Ralph will pass you in dark alleys, donning suspenders and a cigar, sputtering why he hates you and his job through the corner of his tiny, little angry mouth.  He won't hurt you, but he wants to, feeding into his already swelling pool of fuuurrrustrations!

Gaspard is chronically French.










Whistling Joe is that guy in the back of the group that, you know, tries to break the tension when somebody does something really embarrassing in front of a crowd.  He has no frustrations, but he's definitely getting a kick out of yours.

This little FAC was unloved by me because I drew him a silly pig nose.  I didn't even want to bother giving him a name.  This, as you can imagine, made him the most disgruntled, the most fuurrrustrated little acorn of them all...  Sorry little guy. xo

All of the acorns were edible.
Even their little penned faces
were drawn with edible markers :)