I am a creepy cupcake stalker...

But who can blame me? Every day, as I innocently look outside my living room window at the cacophony of city life on the street, I can't help but see them: rows and rows of adorable little cakes, which taunt me with their billowy frosting and high sugar content. So close, and yet, from my condo vantage point, unattainable.

I mean, really -- look at them:

Look at them!!!

How am I supposed to resist them?

Okay, so I couldn't resist them forever.

We happened to be walking up out of our parking garage into the lobby of our building at about 6:50 tonight, and looked through the window across the street at the cupcake store, which is only open until 7. But the great thing about living across the street from a cupcake store that closes at 7 is that you can leave your condo at 6:50 and still make it to their door with plenty of time to spare.

 A chocolate cappuccino for Rick...

And chocolate/vanilla for me...

We haven't tried them yet, but hopefully they aren't TOO good. It's one thing to stalk cupcakes from afar... but it's much different to invite them into your home on a daily basis...