I’m in a blog funk, people. I want to share with you the ever-growing list of wedding craziness that fills my head daily, but I don’t want to continually dump that on you. I mean, you don’t want to hear about how I’m stressed about the invitations, how I still need to find socks for the guys, how saving for a wedding blows major chunks and all the in between, right?

Someone please hand me a paper bag.

Because the wedding is taking up about 72% of my brain space and the rest is comprised of work, I cannot be held responsible for whatever nonsense I end up talking about. K?

Got a comment yesterday: “Your blog is comparable to a trashy romance novel.”

I don’t know if this is a compliment or an insult, but if she means my blog is a guilty pleasure that she can’t stop reading, I’ll take it.

Maybe Fabio is available to do a photo shoot for a new header. Think he’ll agree to rolling around in a pile of stilettos? Now that’s a visual for you.

I made these Key Lime Meltaways last night and was really disappointed. It wasn’t that they tasted bad, it was just that they were drier than I thought they would be and after doing all the work (including running back out the store after realizing we did not have a cheese grater. How did we not have a cheese grater?) I was just hoping for something better.

(Side note: is it worth buying a microplane? I mean, it’s great in theory, but how often will I use it?)

I’ve been doing sets up push ups at my desk. Yes, seriously. You can’t see me based on the way my cube is set up and since I can’t go to the gym tonight I figured why not. It’s a good way to break up the day.

Except I’m wearing a necklace that makes noise when I move and because of that I have to hold it in mouth when I do the push ups. If anyone walks over in the middle of a set I’ll be seriously mocked.

Yes, taking off the necklace did occur to me. No, I didn’t do it.

This was the most random post ever.