So the lovely husband has a Twitter (which he apparently uses a lot more than he let on, sneaky bastard).

Over the weekend, I made cupcakes and used an Alton Brown recipe for frosting. So the husband, unbeknownst to me, took photos of the frosted cupcakes and tweeted one to Alton Brown. Who favorited it, and then retweeted it, and then more people retweeted it.

By the time he got around to telling me about it, he’d moved way past that initial giddy excitement that Alton Brown retweeted me! to why the hell are all these other people retweeting my cupcake picture?

This, my friends, is my husband in a nutshell.

Published by Laura E. Price

I read (you can check out my Goodreads if you want; it's linked on my blog). I write (I’ve been published in Cicada, On Spec, Strange Horizons, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Betwixt, Metaphorosis, Gallery of Curiosities, The Cassandra Project; the stuff that’s available online is linked on my blog). I plan for the inevitable zombie apocalypse and welcome the coming of the gorilla revolution. Or the anarchist rabbits. Whichever happens first. (I also blame my husband for basically everything.)

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