My friend's wedding was perfectly lovely on Friday.
We're still recovering, I'm trying to figure out what year it is. Two thousand and six, right? Am I right?
Actually, the boys are on spring this week - so my confusion will likely last at least another week - and the weather is gorgeous so I've forced them to go play outside. Yes, forced. They love their Legos too much sometimes, I think.
Perhaps I should clean the patio table so I can take my work outside?
I have lots brewing in my head, from getting kicked out of Union Station for taking pictures of my newly married friends, to wondering why Leslie Stahl was such a megabitch to Alice Waters on 60 Minutes last night, to how Martha Stewart Living gets a BIG FAT FAIL on the supposedly gluten-free article in the April issue (mis-information is worse than no information when it comes to gluten-free), but alas, I'm trying to not be such a Debbie Downer so I'll save my complaints for another day, if that day ever comes.
And I said trying.