The ever-so-classic combination of strawberries and champagne – signed, sealed, and delivered – in cupcake form.
This calls for a celebration.
You bring over the bottle of champagne – make that
two three, we’ll need one for baking and one two for drinking – and I’ll whip us up a batch of these bad boys.
The Academy Awards are on this Sunday – does that work for you? Perfect.
You guys know I live for the Academy Awards, right? (Okay, fine…so I don’t live for the actual awards show. I much prefer the red carpet. And what I mean by that is watching Fashion Police the next day. Is it just me, or is Joan Rivers getting lewder – read: funnier – as she, um, ages?)
Nevermind the fact that I normally haven’t seen 90% of the nominated films. This year, I’m really shutting it down – I haven’t seen even one of the movies up for best picture. Although – I do plan on changing that this weekend. Friday night, Daniel and I have a date with either The Artist at this funky little old-school theater, or The Help via On Demand. Which one will it be? Well, let’s see: One requires me to leave my house, which probably means I’d have to put on some sort of clothing that doesn’t resemble pajamas. And then I’d have to brush my hair…make-up? No way. Not happening. I’ll take my comfy couch, spa robe, and vino, please.
I guess that settles that.