The other night, whilst watching The Adams Family, Kara and I decided to bake Halloween cupcakes. Kara is a baker, not a dish washer. Sadly, baked goods don't live long in my house. Why do you ask? I live with four boys (once 24 muffins were consumed in less than 24 hours). The next morning, in a fit of MLB enduced emotional eating (see: "fuck the giants" cupcake), the last of the cupcakes were devoured. Kara was not pleased. RIP cupcakes :(
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