I guess I should talk about it, right? I think I’ve been putting it off because I’m not sure how to say what I think I need to. And I’m not sure what I could say that everyone hasn’t already heard a million times this week. That Sandy, what a bitch.
You know how it is, when you need a weekend from your weekend? When your Friday through Sunday was actually more tiring than your work week and perhaps about 40 times more boozy? On those weeks, Monday is the cruelest of days.
Let’s be all cliche tonight and talk about how awesome fall is, shall we? Just when you feel like you can’t take another steamy, sweaty, late-summer day, in swoops fall, all shiny and new and brisk. The mornings are cool and bright and require blazers! and scarves!! and boots!!! All which can be shed under the warm afternoon sun…well, except maybe the boots, you should keep those on.
Things you should know if you agree to help make ten cakes, of eight different kinds, for a dear friend’s wedding:
We made it guys. We all survived through one of the hottest, stickiest, most miserable summers in years to this, most perfect of seasons, fall. The sun is warm, but the breeze is cool, the leaves are starting to swirl in the wind and the light through the window doesn’t get any better.