hanh…are you going to eat all that by yourself?

That’s what I was asked this morning as I walked out of the Sprinkles bakery with my half dozen cupcakes.  Pleasssse.  You obviously don’t know me.  I would have left with the dozen and a t-shirt if you hadn’t given me the “this is worse than the time you ate ten jello shots with your alcohol allergy" look.  Whatever.  I’ll have one for breakfast, one for brunch, one for lunch, one for an afternoon snack and one for dinner.  And I’ll probably have a bite of the gluten free one just for quality assurance purposes.   Look, I even have a coffee cup that matches the décor on the cupcakes.  That’s how serious I am about my cupcakes.   I understand and appreciate your concern that over indulging in some sweets could possible result in bloated love handles.  But nothing gets in between me and my cupcakes.  Except maybe my coffee.