Not much good comes from late night web surfing when your husband is out of town. No, I am not talking about Puerto Rican chat rooms or You Tube Chippendale's... we are talking about cakes of the cup. Courtney came over for some late night girl chat - to detour my mind from the fact that Tommy T is hours away. Amid our boredom, we ran across some incredible cupcake blogs....and some MORE cupcake blogs....and well, a few more cupcake blogs. Who knew there were so many cupcakes to be had?
We have done great this week. Diet. Exercise. Self-control. Until we saw this.
The torment began. 
I cried out to the heavens but my pleas fell on deaf ears....or maybe the answer DID fall on my ears - but I covered them up to make the voices go away. 
The torment began. I cried out to the heavens but my pleas fell on deaf ears....or maybe the answer DID fall on my ears - but I covered them up to make the voices go away. We quickly exited the vacillation stage. 
Thanks to no willpower and a 24 hour Supercenter....
Thanks to no willpower and a 24 hour Supercenter....The next best thing.
Commercially packaged cakes of the cup.
The indulgence didn't last long....
But the sugar coma did.
Dreaming of second helpings.
Who's my Daddy?
The cake of the cup...
At least when Tommy T is out of town.
Missing you.Come home soon. There are 4 left.
You two are sooo funny. I sent you a recipe to one of your email addresses, so check both. Terry wanted you to know that is a true "cup cake". You guys can try it next time.
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