I treated myself two nights ago (i.e. Halloween, night of the dead, sugar-induced-accidents evening) to an indulging, sinful, completely guilty treat.
Sleep. Lots and lots of it.
That’s right—my haunting, harrowing, happy, hooligan-ing Halloween…ended at about 10 PM. I just turned off the lights, pulled on my PJ’s, and hopped into bed. No candy for you, children. This night is mine.
So are these owl cupcakes. Mine, mine, mine. Okay, maybe one yours. But mostly mine.
Aren’t they absolutely adorable? And I promise they won’t regurgitate their dinner in your living room.
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