fourteen
So. There's a wedding tomorrow. For Kilroy and May. And I'm going for.. a lot of reasons, but mostly because I made the cake. So. I want you to come with me. Please? In case I need to flee for some reason.
Thisclose to shutting down my bloody doors. How come the day I'm the busiest a zillion people want muffins? All day, muffins. That's it. It's insane.
Also seriously thinking about paying someone to pack all this crap up for me. Why didn't anyone tell me I'm a packrat?
I need a nap.