So here's a little background on me:  

Around Christmas my (new) husband and I were talking about how much we miss being back home near family and such.  We decided that when we got back home after Xmas vacation, that we'd start looking at moving back to California.  So I started looking at what was available job-wise in NorCal.  I was trapped in a complex love/hate relationship from there on after because I really loved my job (working for San Pellegrino), it took some hard work getting the job in the first place, and how could I know if I would love any of these other job offerings just as much?  Chances are, I wouldn't.  So there I was, I loved my job, but I was sick and tired of the city I lived in (Vegas...yes, I know).  I wanted to move back home, but I didn't want to leave my job...tick-tock, tick-tock.

So what would any rational, sane-minded person do?  Not decide to open their own cupcake shop...that's for sure!  Yet, that is exactly what I decided to do.  Ahhh...the love of cupcakes went to my head.