The paperwork came through this morning, and, authorization secure in hand, we went forth to realize the cupcake.
It took me two (2) grocery stores to score my cupcake. I finally got a chocolate one with vanilla icing at Whole Paycheck, because Stop and Plop would not sell me one (1) cupcake, but only six-packs of crappy yellow cupcakes with orange icing. Do. Not. Want.
As a direct result of its origins, this thing I have brought home is an Edifice more than it is a cupcake. Somebody built a purple frosting dahlia atop it.
A purple frosting dahlia the.size.of.my.head. On a $4.99 cupcake (uncorrected American dollars). That's government contracting for you.
I'm still too scared of it to start eating, but I'll report back eventually. Unless the sugar coma wins.