12:16AM, Captain's Log: cupcakes for the 826Seattle's elementary school publishing party are finally done. But not frosted or decorated. And no, I'm not crying. I just have something in my eye.
There's something about making 120 cupcakes for a bunch of stinky, ungrateful strangers that makes me want to kill you.
I think I need therapy. Cupcake therapy.
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I recently almost died from a billion peanut cookies.
That's terrible! I mean, terrible that they were peanut cookies. Death by chocolate is the only way to go!
Do you feel like a soccer mom yet?
if soccer moms feel like slaughtering all of their children, then yes
I'm pretty sure that soccer moms DO feel like slaughtering all of their children. Particularly after making them a bazillion cupcakes. Probably because it then becomes very apparent that they love the cupcakes way more than they love you.
Those ungrateful little twats.
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