The Bride Diet

Since Andrew and I have started dating, my skills in the kitchen have been on a rapid decline, mostly from lack of use. This has everything to do with Andrew's love for cooking (see: kitchen nazi) and even more to do with my liking to drink a glass of wine while I watch him cook.


Hawt.


A few months back, I got up the nerve to cook something, all on my own, that I thought Andrew would like. Mostly so I could say that there was something I created once in the kitchen that Andrew didn't know how to create and he fell madly in love with me because of it, i.e. the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.


Truth be told, he's been MADLY in love with me for decades, he just didn't know it, so basically, I just wanted to keep him on his culinary toes by making a hot sandwich that I got the recipe for online. It is called the Man Pleasing Sandwich, so it seemed like a sure bet on my part. And please the man it did! I even added flair in the form of sauteed bellpeppers and provolone. FEAR MY CULINARY INGENUITY.


Last weekend, after a particularly sucessful trip to the gym, we returned both ravenous and Andrew decided to make The Sandwich himself, being as that it is both a quick fix and Man Pleasing. But of course, there had to be a twist, because Andrew doesn't just follow recipes, he needs to improve upon them. Both of us love the [sinful] Texican cheesesteak at Texadelphia, so inspired, he did a little Texican Twist on The Sandwich. And then added some more goodness. Because he's just so crazy like that. The result:

And my response was:

Ahoy, Matey! Bouncing is what Tigger's do best!

JUST SO YOU KNOW.

I think we should totally get a day off from work for this.

This, and Tigger's Birthday (not to be confused with Eeyore's Birthday).

I love hippies. Rock on 1963.

Random, incoherent, poorly written, and generally foul post

This is how every weekday evening conversation looks in our humble little townhome:

Me: Ok, check the list, what do we have to finish this week.
A: 1,2,3,...7,8,9....56,57,58 things to accomplish this week (reading the "to do wedding list")
Me: (inwardly cringing) What can we accomplish tonight? Let's try to cross something off completely tonight. Or let's make another list for the week. A list from the list. Something more manageable.
A: Can we go workout first?

And then 3 hours later, after all working out and showering and ingesting of some kind of dinner, and cleaning up the resultant mess of a kitchen, we are left with about 1 hour to accomplish shopping hysteria in which to buy necessary items to accomplish said wedding tasks before store close. Weekends are a rush to accomplish everything we didn't accomplish that week. we need more accomplishing, less stressing.

There are 54 days left, and I don't mean to nag (really I swear), but I'm ready to get to the fun part. Hah. Such a healthy attitude about marriage, I know. This accomplishing of random tasks is fun in it's own way, I just wish there weren't so many of them to stress about. We're all about balance and moderation here. Nag nag nag, complain, complain, complain.