Confession
Last weekend, our fantastically generous neighbor made some cupcakes for Little Sis’ celebration and dropped them by before the wild rumpus got underway.
Cupcakes, you say. Ok, big deal.
No. NO. These weren’t run-of-the-mill cupcakes. As you can see, these tiny, pink jewels were home-baked tickets to a silky, confectionery and totally enticing dreamland– so enticing they had to be stashed away in our room and away from the little hands of would-be cupcake burglars and sneaky early-samplers.
When dessert time finally rolled around, Lady Friend was shocked–SHOCKED– to find that despite her back-room security, not one, not two, but three cupcakes had been victimized in a bold and daring daylight raid. Not only that, but as a final taunt the criminal also left their empty, crumb-caked wrappers on the serving tray.
Thanks to a frenetic party atmosphere, many innocent children narrowly escaped the wrath of Lady-Friend that day.
Next time, I’ll be sure to throw away the wrappers.
Awesome! Absolutely awesome! Don’t feel too bad Dan, John and I are often known to buy secret treats and hide them around the house so the other won’t steal them. I probably should not admit that.