sorry.

dear housemates and visitors:

let me apologize in advance. over the next two weeks i will make a wedding cake, skip town, then come back and do it all over again... so...

sorry for the constant mess. for now, it's contained to the kitchen table {the one we never eat at}. but, before long, it will grow. it will grow to cover the ever last countertop. the mail pile will need to be relocated. the candy stash will go away. the toaster and the george foreman grill will even go into hibernation. it will take over any and all empty fridge space. there will be powdered sugar sprinkled about the house. don't mind the aprons, the dirty dishes, the constant teasing smell of vanilla cake that you can't eat an ounce of {really sorry bout that}.

thanks in advance for avoiding the stove... and any serious cooking. thanks for putting up with the dirty dishes that will pile up faster than i can wash them. thanks for the encouraging words when i look like i'm going to curse. thanks for being nice to me even though i'm no fun, rotten, and entirely stressed to the max.

i promise you at least one night of take out in exchange for staying out of the kitchen. that, and like 14 diet cokes. i promise scraps of cake and frosting beyond your wildest dreams. your graham crakers will have never tasted so good. i also promise a clean kitchen on august 30.

love,

aubry.