This was our wedding cake: This was me actually cutting the cake. With my concentration face on. Apparently: My thoughts went like this: Are we actually s’posed to cut it? Is this freaking marzipan? I hate marzipan. I specifically told the cake people ‘no marzipan.’ Oh, well. The mint chocolate layer will make up for it. And the toffee layer. And the Baileys layer. And even the gluten-free layer. Is Neil actually holding the glass penguins in place…
I’m getting old. And I don’t care. I’m not going out with Sarge anymore. Because we’re too busy staying in. I can’t remember the last time I went to a club. These days, the highlight of my Friday night is a new episode of Come Dine With Me. And that’s OK. Take this weekend for example. For about five minutes, Sarge and I thought we’d make our own wedding invitations. We got a penguin stamp and a butterfly stamp and…
