Well, I certainly wasn't going to eat them all, so I did what I do with all leftover baked goods: I took them to work. I was rather embarrassed by them, to be honest, because they were all different sizes and some of them were a tad on the deformed side. But still, I stuffed them into a plastic container and dropped them on the table in the kitchen, saying something along the lines of:
"Here. You people will eat anything."
This was at 8:30; they were all gone by 9. And that was the last I thought of them until 3pm, when I got the following text from my best friend, Jay:
"YOU MADE CHOCOLATE CUPCAKES AND DIDN'T GIVE ME ANY?!?!?!?!"
See, Jay's on a diet. Specifically, he's on the vegan cleanse I went on a while back. And apparently he's been really, really craving chocolate. So, the idea that I made chocolate cupcakes and "hid" them from him, well...
He was so mad, he threatened to quit his job. (Although I'm unclear on how that would have been effective in this case...)
He was almost as mad at me as I was at him when he forgot my birthday.
Oh, well. He'll get over it.