I just thought I'd capture this moment which I solely blame on the hormones. I am having the urge to toss this tray of twelve cupcakes as hard as I can towards the ceiling. Needless to say, there is no cupcake cake. It collapsed, and Keith has been enjoying the pitiful remnants w/Cookies and Cream Blue Bell ice cream.
So, plan B was lemon cupcakes. And they look hideous!!!