Instructions for baking:
Preheat oven to: Married and in LOVE!
Bake at 98.6 degrees for 38-42 weeks as determined by the bun’s preference.
Bun removes itself from the oven when good and ready, but this one should be done by late May.
If further instructions are needed, please Google “Nothin says lovin like a bun in the oven!”
So..I had one of those days that was just sorta blah! Woke up late, work didn't go quite the way I had envisioned, and Mike is at the Depot (as in Home Depot) until 10:30 tonight. I knew on my drive home I was in serious need of some "detox" time. What better way to spend your Friday evening than sprawled out on the coach eating Doritos, Pepsi, brownies, and cheese curds while watching a 'Say Yes to the Dress' marathon (don't judge me ;0). After about 2 hours of seeing lovely ladies try on and find gorgeous wedding gowns and gradually realizing I was in sort of a trance, I made a very self-esteem boosting decision-I would try on every ball-gowny dress in my possession (I was pretty sure they'd fit). Anyways, after about 4 dresses, multiple twirls and curtsies, wishes that someone would randomly drop by, and almost driving up to my mom's house to try on my wedding dress, I felt sufficiently good-my bucket had been filled-and I'd received just enough girl for at least the next couple of months.
You do know that you'd feel the same way too, especially if you had played out this scene exactly like me. Go ahead...make your own day....
Once upon a time there was a girl named Ashley who had a blog. When she started her blog, she had visions of the sugar plum variety. She thought she'd write about all the uber exciting events of her life. People would laugh, cry, and beg her to write more.
Well..over a year went by, and Ashley realized she basically would just post pictures of her "seemingly adventurous life." She'd try to write blogs about things she was feeling, but just couldn't come up with the words. She thought, "Wait a minute, I swear I know how to write. Haven't I kept a journal for years, didn't I write amusing letters to many a missionary, and don't I teach writing to children!?"
SO...here I am. My memory card is broken on my camera, so I can't post any pictures of my recent shennanigans. I'm no good at this writing bit, for some reason my brain doesn't work when I see the Blogger icon. This is as good as it gets...feel free to gag a little bit!
