I would have killed for these cupcakes when I was ten. Mooooooom! Where's my time machine?!
Congratulations for what? Just for being you and being awesome and appreciating these amazing cupcakes as much as I do. I think that deserves a round of applause, a firm handshake, a hearty slap on the back, a shot of fine bourbon, a Cuban cigar. Good work friends. Looking at sweets all day isn't easy, I know.
Magic and fairytales and princesses never really get old. I mean really, if some matronly, supernatural fairy woman offered you a castle and a painless facelift and a really nice car and Ewan McGregor, would you say no? I didn't think so.