Starbucks’ chocolate cupcakes, that is.
The attack of these frosted monsters seems to be an annual thing; I have strong memories of cupcakes associated with events I can date definitively to February and March of 2006. I could look up the precise dates I blogged about last year’s craze, but really I’ve been doing most of the work around here, and I think it’s time you started pulling your own weight. Geez.
I sweartogod I had nearly this exact thought a day or two ago. Eerie*. Also awesome. Of course I don’t have the mojo to present it this wittily, but I’m glad someone does.
We must’ve been listening to the same story on NPR. Did anyone else hear that one? The teacher professor talking about random numbers? I only caught the end of it, sadly.
So my posting volume here has been way down of late for various reasons, none of them interesting. I’m busy with school and work, and the free bits of time I can scrounge up here and there are funneled straight into YouTube.
I’ve been having a shitty couple weeks as far as food goes, but I think today was the last day. Yes.
Sam is back to his usual healthy, perky self. We even made it out to the dog park last week when the rain finally stopped. He LOVED IT.