Katy always wanted a donut wedding cake.
Some girls like their fancy fondant, others their delicate swirls and dollops of buttercream, but no my sister has always danced to the beat of her own drum. Paying no heed to the restraints of wedding pretense, she held fast to the notion of a sugary, breakfast themed confectionary delight.
Though the notion would give traditional wedding-goers a case of the vapors, as co-Matron of Honor (with my other sister, Anna) and planner of the wedding shower, it was within my powers to satisfy this particular whim. And let’s be real, can anyone honestly resist the seductive lures of a towering donut cake?
Brunch-themed shower it is, then.
It’s a hard-knock life for pugs.
Just ask our smoosh-faced, too-clever-by-half dog, Gizmo. He leads a harsh and loveless existence under our roof, or so he would lead you to believe with sorrowful, begging moon-eyes. Poor, beleaguered thing has to wait until 3 pm every day for second meal. 3 p.m.!!! Even as the humans gorge themselves thrice daily, Gizmo must endure, starving. He’s not allowed to bark incessantly at the tweeting birds all day for our own protection! and he even has to walk HIMSELF to bed at night *some nights* rather than being carried by human chauffeur as he prefers.
There are times when these cruelties weigh heavy on my soul.