I'm preparing for a bomb of different sorts today and it is not due to the fact that it is the husbands birthday. . . . . Nope. It is not that. One of the dogs got into the cupcakes from the kitchen counter during the night. Chocolate peanut-butter fudge no less.
So, somehow and in someway one of our four-legged furries will be giving them back. And not in a good form either.
Birthdays, dogs and cupcakes. I'm not sure they entirely go well together. Thank the gods that be they don't know how to get into the vodka and wine.