The thought that counted on Saturday was: Happy Birthday! After a trip to the favorite neighborhood cupcake pusher, a long wait in line, careful selection, and even more careful placement in a plastic bag to be settled atop lovely ice cubes in the cooler...the poor things were crushed by the beverages I squeezed into the mobile ice box. Unbelievable. But still quite good -- and nobody was too proud to pluck a cupcake from the box top or extricate one from the corner.
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