They say that a human’s taste buds change every seven years. Well, I don’t know who they are, but if they had done some light Googling, as I did, this seems to be a claim backed only by the strength of its rumor rather than by...
Today is my 27th birthday! The never-dramatic interwebs tells me that today marks the death of my youth. That this day is a funeral of sorts. That it’s all hangovers and support hose from here on out. Seriously. Google it. Twenty-seven billion articles about how 27...
My friend is moving to London to get her MBA. Fancy, I know. So naturally, I made her America Cupcakes. Patriotic Funfetti Cupcakes to be precise. You know, so when she's over there hanging out with Princess Kate and meeting cute British boys with even cuter accents,...