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LOCAL: $15 for 12 Valentine's Cupcakes from RedRaspberry

Seriously, I feel like I have to begin every post with an apology. I am not a computer expert and this migration thing has been a challenge. I'm still hacking away so soon hopefully it will be back to normal.

There is an awesome deal of mine over at Plum District today -

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Now if you don't care about the quality of your cupcakes, you can probably beat this price on the clearance rack at the local grocery store. But they likely won't be decorated in Valentine's colors. It's possible they'll be stale or at least a bit dried out (that's why they made it to the clearance rack!) And generally they just don't taste very good.

The deal is good through 2/18 so if you don't need cupcakes for Valentine's, but have to bring snack for the team or have a birthday to celebrate this is the way to do it!

This company - RedRaspberry Cakes - is actually a company run by someone I know. A friend of a friend who I see from time to time. But thanks to the craziness that is Facebook, I have been able to watch her business grow and see all of the floods of comments about how good her baking is.

AND I love the fact that you can buy as many as you want so you can get enough for the entire classroom and if you still need them for the t-ball team or the GirlScout troop, you can do that too.

You won't be sorry. I promise.

If you are already a Plum District customer, you can use this link to make your purchase and help support MelissaStuff which clearly needs it at the moment. Ha!

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