Let There Be Cake!
Even though our anniversary was two weeks ago, we had to wait until this weekend to score our cake.
(Note: Our original agreement with the cake baker was that instead of saving our wedding cake topper for a year and eating nostalgic, yet crunchy-stale cake, we would have a new cake baked on our anniversary. Which was fortunate because our actual cake topper ended up in my Aunt Linda's back room for three weeks, stored with our wedding gifts, while we were on our honeymoon. We returned to a box filled with cake that had sprouted what appeared to be ferns. Thus, inedible. And double-thus, we were thankful for the 'new cake' agreement.)
So on Saturday morning, Chris and I went to a cool little tea house in southern RI and stuffed our faces full of red velvet cake with butter cream frosting.
It. Was. Awesome.
And as irony would have it, my blood sugar was 130 mg/dl two hours after aforementioned gluttony.
The diabetes gods were smiling upon us. Thankfully. Because I've been wondering where the hell they've been lately. ;)