The Stay Puft Marshmallow (Wo)Man
The good news? I can still wear my wedding ring. The bad news? My feet look like marshmallows.
I had a terribly busy end of the week. Between two choral performances on Thursday and Saturday, dinner with friends on Friday and a mad rush to pull everything together for a bridal shower on Sunday... I'm a little exhausted.
I'm not sure what possessed me but I've volunteered to make 10 dozen cookies for Thursday. Not just regular chocolate chip and peanut butter, no, we're talking different colored icing and fun shapes. I'm a sucker for a bride who's fiance is M.I.A. six days before the wedding.
I need a nap and quite possibly and lobotomy.
I had a terribly busy end of the week. Between two choral performances on Thursday and Saturday, dinner with friends on Friday and a mad rush to pull everything together for a bridal shower on Sunday... I'm a little exhausted.
I'm not sure what possessed me but I've volunteered to make 10 dozen cookies for Thursday. Not just regular chocolate chip and peanut butter, no, we're talking different colored icing and fun shapes. I'm a sucker for a bride who's fiance is M.I.A. six days before the wedding.
I need a nap and quite possibly and lobotomy.
1 Comments:
Hmm that motherly baking vibe has really kicked in. :)
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