I have such a huge girl crush on Eleanor Friedberger, it’s disturbing.
Seriously, Sadie?
I think she’s becoming senile in her old age.
Mashed potato cup cakes.
I spoil my coworkers.
Buy This: Sandwich Cookie Cake Pan from Williams-Sonoma.
My two favorite things in the world: Baked goods and feeling like a giant.
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I just died.
NEED.
Corn on the cob cupcakes.
I think these babies are going into retirement. Too tedious to make.
Just topped off three days of headache with a bloody nose. AWESOME.
That’s right, I made hamburger cupcakes.
I have an inexplicable amount of dreams in which this man appears, and am tempted to go see his new side project on Sunday in Detroit, if only to satisfy my curiosity about him.
GMH -
For the last two weeks before he died, my cat could not see, hear or control his bowels. Through the whole thing, he never left my bed, and until the night before he died, whenever I picked him up, all tension would leave his body and he would relax. His sense of safety in my arms still GMH.
Ummm, wtf. Why did this person not put her cat to sleep before his condition got so ridiculously bad? It’s called put the cat out of its misery, psycho.
This doesn’t give me hope, it gives me the heebie jeebies.