I wish I had one of your delicious cupcakes right NOW. Unfortunately, I just have to live vicariously through my former self, so not the same. How did I not get a money shot of the actual cupcakes?! Damn camera:
You are the bee’s knees, the dog’s tuxedo, the champagne’s bubbles, the alcoholic’s gin, the banana’s peel . . . I could go on but I’m pretty sure you get the idea.