A dozen of them.
Inspired by the original dinosaur birthday cake, Ellie and I made these for the cupcake walk at her preschool's Harvest Party and they cheered me up a bit. The buttercream-beater licking didn't hurt, either. We even made a dozen pumpkin cakes for good measure.
Still not cheered? Desperate times, desperate measures. Let's give this a quick listen:
Better, right? I just listened twice and did some triple toe loops in my heart. Happy Friday, people. This economy may break the boy in us, but it won't break the man.
(Side note: why--WHY?--aren't any of the candidates using this as their campaign song? Are they afraid of kicking too much ass? I am, right here on the Internet, calling official dibs on that campaign song. Gonna be your (wo)man in motion 2024!)