I went on my first motorcycle ride this weekend, a little joyride up the coast on the back of my husband's bike. I felt really badass, I almost forgot about the girly purple flowers airbrushed on my helmet. I've been known to have a dainty stomach, however, so when we got home I felt a little woozy. Too much racing around corners and knocking helmets. We head out on the highway, looking for adventure, and what comes my way is nausea.
So I whipped up a batch of fauxstess cupcakes because a sugar high makes everything feel better.
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