cupcake update

so, they're done! (XY people, that's all you need to know. . . XX ladies, read on)

I know you would lerve to have photos - perhaps, later, when I've recovered from the exhaustion - but in the meantime, I'll let you into the secrets of my success:

this decoration kit from a brilliant company Meri Meri (Mel, check out the pirate party stuff!!); now, my mother would have snorted at the price I paid for the kit and the decorating the icing bits 'n' pieces - but, dear reader, I tell you it was worth it alone for the smile on Mini-Teen's face when she saw the finished cakes. . .
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(yes, even with braces, she still smiles) (she's a trouper that girl)

. . .we have Frankenstein doing the monster mash on green icing dripping with blood and slime, we have witches on broomsticks landing on spider webs, witches flying thru purple skies studded with stars and a sparkly Milky Way and a waxing moon, we have ghosts rising out of chocolate mud above marshmallow gravestones reading RIP and we have orange grinning pumpkins. . . and nestling in amonsgt that lot we have (cunningly inedible) (ha ha ha!!) skulls and rats and spiders (actually, the spiders are chocolate, but it looks pretty inedible to me)

no wonder I'm knackered!

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all together now:

I was working in the lab late one night when my eyes beheld an eerie sight
for my monster from his slab began to rise and suddenly to my surprise
he did the mash! he did the monster mash
the monster mash - it was a graveyard smash
he did the mash, it caught on in a flash

from my laboratory in the castle east
to the master bedroom where the vampires feast
the ghouls all came from their humble abodes
to get a jolt from my electrodes
they did the mash, they did the monster mash. . .

the zombies were having fun, the party had just begun
the guests included Wolf Man, Dracula and his son
the scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds,
the coffin-bangers were about to arrive
with their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five"
they played the mash, they played the monster mash. . .

out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring,
seems he was troubled by just one thing
he opened the lid and shook his fist and said,
"whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?"
it's now the mash, it's now the monster mash. . .

now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band
and my monster mash is the hit of the land
for you, the living, this mash was meant too
when you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you
then you can mash, then you can monster mash
the monster mash and do my graveyard smash
then you can mash, you'll catch on in a flash
then you can mash, then you can monster mash

LET'S DO THE MASH!!