Sexy Cupcake Saturday!!

Oh cupcakes... cupcakes, cupcakes, cupcakes.

My husband and I are staring at the computer monitor and giggling like idiots because I just keep saying "cupcakes," and we're salivating like a pair of sugar addicted dogs in a sad, sad psychology experiment.

On with the show...

Yesterday, we had a man come out and give us an estimate on a sun room. Long story short, it's about $47,000... which is $45,400 MORE than we can afford and 1/3 of the cost of our entire house.

Soooooo, NO.

To make a long story only moderately lengthy, while this man was telling us what an awesome product he could install I began to get bored. Really, seriously bored. I have a short attention span, I can't help it. So when this HUGE yellow butterfly with black spots flew over his head, I was momentarily freed from my boredom as nature provided me with a spectacular 30 seconds of color and beauty... and then the butterfly was gone, and the sales pitch continued.

There is a point to all this, you know. Cupcakes are a lot like butterflies. They are beautiful, they can be a conversational piece, they can take a boring ass table and provide it with the Pièce de Résistance.

Here's the clincher: while both the butterfly and the cupcake are short lived beauties, with the butterfly you are only left with the memory of how pretty it looked when it was fluttering through your yard.


Cue the cupcake:


It is beautiful before you scarf it down... and then, in many cases, you are left with ANOTHER beautiful cupcake to scarf down, and then another, and then another. Until all you're left with is the fat on your ass.

My point: both are beautiful in moderation. Have ONE cupcake and pass the plate, people.