Thank goodness for bakeries

I was seriously stressing out after the brownie fiasco that took place in my kitchen yesterday. After eating a few of the wounded warriors and Steve telling me that it was going to be ok, and me giving him the dramatic eye roll that says, "My life is OVER," I calmed down. It's also hard to stay upset when this cutie wakes up and laughs for no reason.

So I made an alternate plan. I knew of a cupcake shop that was SORT OF on the way to the playdate's house. (Turns out that it was not at all on the way, but it worked out fine.) The cupcake shop was located next to, yep, a weight loss clinic. I told the guy working there that it was pretty cruel for them to be situated so close to people who are trying to lose weight and he said that the owner of the weight loss clinic tries every single flavor cupcake they have as soon as they come out with them (and there are a TON of flavors, which might be why the guy runs the weight loss clinic). The only cupcakes I saw were the size of my head, and as Steve will gladly point out, I have no small head. I asked if they had anything smaller and he said that they only make small cupcakes on Fridays.

???

So I got 6 of the world's largest (and prettiest!) cupcakes.

Of course I'll introduce you! On the top left we have Key Lime. To her right is Red Velvet. Underneath is Strawberry Cheesecake. Next to her is Cosmopolitan (which turned out to be some sort of yellowish type of yummy cake with chocolate frosting). Underneath is Wedding Cake (vanilla, vanilla). And next to her is Tiffany Chocolate (with a chocolate-y filling in the middle). They were a hit, I won't lie. Expensive little boogers, but that's what I get for waiting to make my dessert the DAY OF the occasion.

To add insult to injury (injury being my messed up brownies), my favorite sandals literally disintegrated at my friend's house. They were Gianni Bini's and I've been wearing them for more than a few summers now. When I stood up from playing with the babies, I felt my shoe not fitting quite right. And when I looked down, well, there it was. Broken. None of the OTHER moms' shoes broke... In addition to having shoes that functioned properly, they also made delicious homemade broccoli salad, chicken salad, and had 7-week-old babies that sleep from 10:30pm til 4:30am. WTH???? I didn't know that was even a possibility!! So maybe there is hope (future babies, I'm lookin' at you)..

All in all it was a good playdate. I enjoyed talking with other moms (even if we can't relate to each others' "sleep issues" (HA HA HA) and malfunctioning shoes) and it was nice to do something different. And luckily Steve took that mess of brownies to work, where they are being man-handled by hungry soldiers who could care less about presentation.