I should be finalizing my packing & such for my weekend
excursion to San Diego to do an engagement session,
but I’m stuck on the couch in a
frosting-less cupcake coma.
I’ve never understood why anyone would ruin
a perfectly good cupcake with frosting.
My taste buds are far too sensitive for that kind of sweet.
I somehow managed to have semi decent sized cupcakes this time around.
Usually they are overflowing and ginormous.
I won’t pretend that there is even an inkling of Betty Crocker in me.
Maybe just a Pillsbury belly after consuming 8 cupcakes.
I hope I eat something other than cupcakes for dinner tonight…