So, in a month...

I'm not dead, I'm sorry! Life, it is insane. Do I even have any readers left? Who knows.

For anyone still out there:

-My mom was here.
-She left without my killing her. Miracles do happen.
-I had a bridal shower.
-It was flipping amazing. I'm still confused and reeling from having a party thrown for me. Like, with food and everything. It was great, I had fun, so did most of the people I've talked to. My ladies did an amazing job.
-When a friend sends me the damn pics I will post them. HINT. C. HINT.
-Day shift! I work day shift! It's amazing and great and I was taken to a shitty dive bar in the middle of the afternoon where I was heavily questioned (How do you scrape a bowl? How do you make pate a choux, and what is it typically used for? How many beers can you drink in one sitting? What are your feelings on wine? Shots? Answers: With a bowl scraper. By heating and stirring a whole lot, then adding eggs, then piping penis shapes and baking/filling them. Eclairs. Beer is good. Wine is good. Shots are good. I can't drink all that much of any of them. {Guess which question I got wrong?}) and my personality was checked (Am I a sick and twisted little bitch? Hooray!) by the ex-head pastry chef and current head pastry chef, and it has been determined that I officially have my 'stripes' and can call myself a pastry chef (chief!) as well. Crazy white coats that we be. I will never wear the hat.


That's it. Really. Just insanely busy, working a shit load, had people in town.

Sorry for the delay.