Chocolate Cake

We made it to Atlanta and back, and what a trip. Rach & Andy's wedding was fabulous and went off without a hitch. I wasn't around Andy much prior to the ceremony but Rachael was cool as a cucumber. Radiant in her Carmela Sutera gown and she looked like a real princess. She was so excited beforehand, and you could tell how much she loved the dress and being the bride. She was literally dancing around the locker room in it at the country club. Very sweet. It was a bit of a whirlwind trip to and from GA in 4 days but a great time was had by all.

So we are back and it's like I've been hit with a brick wall. I started dieting this week (good luck) and we've both been hit with a head cold. Lucky Jon has pretty much recovered from that but I'm still ailing. I wonder if there is a connection between the cold and the onset of dieting. Maybe I should go eat some chocolate cake.

We got our first round of invitations mailed, and the second round is in the works. I'm a little neurotic I'll admit, but I just do not want to have a billion things to do at the last minute--I already know I will have a billion things to do at the last minute so I am trying to do as much ahead of time as possible. Cross your fingers. We still need to contact the Squatters people so we can get the rehearsal dinner menu arranged, and we also need to work on our ceremony format & vows. Apparently the Governor was in the studio last night and Jon touched base with his right hand aide, Mr. Mower. All systems go...

Jon is volunteering for the Primary Children's yearly radio-thon this year. He went to the kickoff luncheon today at the hospital and they gave out these big candy bouquets with a bunch of candy bars. I want to eat the entire thing. I'm obsessed with sugar and its because I can't have any. Phooey. It's ridiculous, too, because we have a bunch of candy stuff and crap sitting around still from Christmas that we haven't touched and I'd like to devour all of it. So much mental control.

Or perhaps, non-control.