Chandler: “Phoebs, you may know this. You know strange things. What is the boiling point of brain?”

My day, in a nutshell.

And what does one do when one’s day reflects the boiling of brain? One Googles Martha Stewart + cupcakes. And one finds this:

And one salivates. And falls in love. And sees the day through new eyes, eyes that only see decadent cakes and fluffy frosting.
And all is right in the world again.