Weddings. As Diane Keaton once said in Father of the Bride, "they happen every day, in every country in the world." So, you'd think they'd be relatively painless to plan.
Not so much.
I have been, for lack of a better description, buried alive in wedding planning. I'm in the home stretch -- the big day is July 30, so I'm just over a month out -- but I'm in the phase wherein I wake up at 3 a.m. in a cold sweat, thinking about all the loose ends that have to be tied up in the coming weeks.
I also made the mistake of reading one too many etiquette columns in which people lamented the horrible manners of modern brides who take too long to send out thank you notes. So now you'd think that the thank-you note equivalent of the Stasi was watching me, waiting for me to take too long to write a note before detaining me for an etiquette violation. Oy.
All this has left very little time for cooking or blogging -- which has bummed me out, because I do love me some cooking and blogging. So, hopefully I'll be able to do more both before and after the wedding. Because what does a girl need in order to get through the final sprint towards her nuptials? Food. Good food. And lots of it.