<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SU1hdmVpzNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/_hPzkhmtmD8/s1600-h/DSC02909-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SU1hdmVpzNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/_hPzkhmtmD8/s400/DSC02909-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281985099110927570" border="0" /></a>From <a href="http://www.kupcakz.com/">Kupcakz</a>, 71st and Mingo. We came out of the bakery with four cupcakes but, well, you know, things...happen, especially around here, and <span style="font-style: italic;">particularly</span> when cupcakes are involved. What was left: Boston Dreamer (inspired by my favorite birthday cake, Boston cream pie) on the left, and the ones on the right are the Morning Buzz (chocolate and coffee - what could go wrong?) and My Peanut Buttercup (the chocolate and peanut butter combo done right) cupcakes. I can't remember which was which, but they were both gone about 2.5 seconds after I took this photo. Because they were delicious and sinful and said my name and fives lines from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Love_Song_of_J._Alfred_Prufrock">Prufrock</a>. Unlikely but true, maybe.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SU_5pbJDE3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/_trn8BUgrdQ/s1600-h/Santa0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SU_5pbJDE3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/_trn8BUgrdQ/s400/Santa0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282715377984541554" border="0" /></a>Our little (?) man visiting <a href="http://www.uticasquare.com/now_showing/now_showing_holiday.asp">Santa at Utica Square.</a> Can you believe it? He didn't cry! He didn't even wimper. He was more stone-faced than is usually typical of him, but I don't blame him one iota. The whole concept of a giant man dressed in red hanging out in a miniature house with a lady armed with a camera and photo printer makes me feel a tad uneasy, too, and I probably look stone-faced when I'm thinking about it.<br /><br />For more Christmas fun, later my family and I will head out in hopes of making a commemorative Christmas ornament at <a href="http://purpleglazestudio.com/">Purple Glaze</a> on Brookside, since we heard they have several available. But, I just realized this morning that even if we make the ornament this evening, it won't be available for pick-up until well after Christmas is over. We might be headed to the mall (dun dun DUN!) instead. Blast.<br /><br />If we don't talk before Thursday, have a merry one!