At my core I am like Martha Stewart... but with more rage and less prison time. Ergo, when I found the following item I knew I had to own it.
That, my dears, is the cupcake courier. Mine is petal pink because I am a girl and am genetically programmed to need to own things in that hue. This purchase means that I can make baked goods and transport them about the city all willy nilly. This is very convenient as of late as when I am upset I bake. This means I have taken my cupcake courier to work and shown it proudly around the office. Being as my co-workers don't really know me yet they are confused by my giant plastic box full of baked goods. In fact upon seeing this one dude said 'Um, I like your cupcake...house.'
Me too, random dude, me too. This cupcake house brings me one step closer to spinster-hood. All that's next is I need to decorate it with puff paints in the shape of cats. What? At least I have plans for the weekend.