I actually come to my page, sign in, imagine my fingers going over my keyboard with the latest on my boringly chaotic life; then as suddenly as the desire to blog came over me in the first place,a mental exhaustion equally suddenly takes over; my fingers curl in rebellion; I sit and stare at an empty post filled with all my thoughts; I quietly sign out and instead face my work.
My sister's wedding plans are getting stronger by the day; she's got her wedding dress already; it's ivory and really lovely; she's always had a better dress sense and naturally more beautiful.
I notice she hesitates to ask me for help but that must be because of my initial response-I was quiet for days.
I have settled in my heart that I am happy for her and I truly am. I intend to take care of her wedding cake even though she doesn't know yet.
My plans are three layers of different heavenly flavours: chocolate first, vanilla next and butter scotch last. Then, they'd be loads and loads of cupcakes each with a heart on it!
I have been to the baker's...turns out he is one gorgeous guy. I tried not to window shop for a man that day but couldn't help noticing he wasn't wearing a ring.
Does that even mean anything these days?
