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The dinosaur skeleton is the cutest touch!

Some birds just won't settle for sticks and hair and dirt to make a nest. They need shredded coconut, lovingly hand-dyed and placed on a cookie. Of course these most special of all birds only lay candy eggs, my favorite!

The skies, they are still so grey! Part for me! Just a little direct sunshine is all I ask!

You've worked hard, you've slept through important lessons, you've stumbled into class hungover, you've pulled all-nighters. It's time you enjoyed a little cake!

He's gonna need to lose a few pounds after the Thanksgiving gluttony to make it down most chimneys.

My nieces and nephews don't have birthdays coming up any time soon, but once July rolls around, guess what their favorite auntie has in store? Dipping a mini cupcake in icing and sprinkles sounds like so much fun it should be illegal.

How could you disturb this perfection with a fork? Oh easy, just use your hands and cram it into your face by the fistful!

A bright mound of frosting with a dash of sprinkles is like a party on a cake. I'd be willing to be eaten if I could get invited to a party like that.

When times get tough, the tough get fancy. Or something like that. Seriously though, a handle on a cupcake is pretty seriously fancy. I don't think I could maintain that level of fancy for long. I'd end up with a frosting mustache or something.

I wonder what's inside this mysterious package? NOM NOM NOM it's SUGAR! What a delightful surprise!

Oh love, love made of chocolate. You are so lovely. And peanuts, let's not forget you in your lovely warm, roasty glory. And caramel, you are gooey and sticky and round and sweet, thank you for doing what you do. These cupcakes are for you.

This is the most delicious field of lilies I've ever seen. One part of me wants to lay down and roll around in it. But then there's the smart part of me who knows that being covered in sugar is not the best feeling in the world.

Our fair submitter said she made these sweet treats for her daughter's "Night Owl" party. Amazing! I remember being in 6th grade and having slumber parties where we stayed up all night jacked up on sugar playing truth or dare and talking about boys until the sun came up. What happened to those days? I need to have a slumber party. Maybe this awesome mom will make me an owl cake too!

This cake is not kidding with it's carrotness. Carrotosity? Self reference? I mean come on, there are real carrot greens going on. You have to respect that.