Why does everyone want to fall in love? Falling sounds painful. I'd rather walk around arm in arm with my two feet on the ground and my head on my neck where it belongs.

I didn't know how good this would be, until I got here now I never want to let you leave. We had had some good times on those tiny little islands and hanging out on the beach. It was you and me and me and you all summer. We were in Miami Beach, in Collins Ave, living the good life and living it fast. Steady sipping mojito's and patron margaritas. I was always wasted, and you were wasted too. I loved being wasted and the things that it made us do. Every time you called me baby, I thought about us making a few. Then we would be on our way to Jamaica too. Living the life, living it nice. When you were living with me, you were living life right. 

My dad and I roasted a chicken on Sunday night.  The skin was crisp enough to evoke a fried chicken reaction.  The golden brown color perfectly complimented the glistening meat.  There were only two other ingredients, salt and thyme, but they added more flavor than any marinade could.  The meat was tender and juicy; I've never been fond of dry birds. The aroma filled the entire house and I can still smell it.

My ears haven't stopped ringing since.  You see, we have a sensitive fire alarm.  My dad and I spent the entire 2 hours fanning the doors, but the meal was worth it!

My dog recently turned one year old and she finally got to experience her first snow storm. She was confused at first and she kept sticking her face right down in it and trying to eat it.

This is a true story of a friend of mines friend, through which I will tell the story.

One day a couple of friends were driving over the Golden Gate Bridge in San Fransisco. It was three friends and the brakes locked on the persons car. The car locked and skidded to the side of the bridge. The person in the passenger seat went through the windshield and over the bridge.

... AND LIVED. She is alive today and tells the story all the time. She went over a bridge through a windshield and a car accident on one of the biggest bridges in the U.S.

Kudos.

​Prepare thyself.
By the hammer of Thor, I shall make the greatest cupcake the Walden household has ever known!

        Sincerely,
              
            Christine "The Cupcake Composer" Walden

P.S. Kudos on the crafty marketing.

Forgot I applied, but got in.