Yorkie cupcake trinket box
Um, okay.
All together now: 1, 2, 3 . . . random! What on earth is a Yorkshire Terrier doing sitting on top of resin cupcake trinket box ($10)? Aside from helping the box reach its 5" height, I mean.
I see that she's donning a little red bow between her ears, so unless that's what she always wears on Casual Friday, I'm guessing she's attending some kind of celebration. That would explain the confetti sprinkles surrounding her.
Too bad her self-centered decision to sit at the top of the cupcake was so poorly thought out. Depending on what kind of party it is, guests might mistake her for a candle and reach for a lighter. Not only that, but how is she supposed to get down from there without ruining the cupcake? She's already ruined the even distribution of sprinkles.
Other than an adult version of "Pin the Tail on the Donkey" played at a bridal shower (I'm sure you can imagine what it was we were, ahem, pinning on the poster-size drawing of the groom), I don't have any equine-related party game experience.
Though variety is said to be the spice of life, sometimes having too many choices can be overwhelming. My husband feels like this when confronted with restaurant menus that contain too many items; with so much to choose from, he finds himself unable to make a decision.
When I was a kid, our elementary-school fashion sense was largely determined by the number and variety of bracelets covering our wrists and forearms. We made friendship bracelets, bought those crazy slap-on bracelets, and came up with different ways to intertwine the solid black rubber bracelets with clear glittery ones.
After seeing the 
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When my husband and I were planning our wedding a few years ago, we briefly looked into setting out place card holders that doubled as favors. We eventually scrapped the idea and let our guests choose from a table of favors (the night was such a blur that I can't remember if there were two or three choices) and sit wherever they wanted.
Who knew that cupcakes weren't immune to the age-old battle between beauty and brains? You've already seen the poster child for the former, those cute
Since only a cupcake could coax me into wearing a skull-and-crossbones design, I don't mind seeing another take on an idea that I attribute (mistakenly or not) to
Proof that
I'm still partial to the 

