"You guys give up or are you thirsty for more?"

I'm back, baby!  And I've got so much to share with you. 

The 1st Anniversary vacation was heavenly.  So relaxing.  So much delicious food.  So many strawberry margaritas.  We'll get to that. 

Then there's the baby shower I hosted for a friend of mine nearly two weeks ago.  Pictures are coming!  {So's Christmas.  I know.}

I made the most delicious chicken enchiladas last week.  Seriously, I'm dreaming of enchiladas.  I'm composing love notes to Jessica at The Novice Chef for bringing them into my life.  I almost divorced The Mister when I found out he ate the last of the leftovers for lunch and didn't save me any.  I figured it would be okay because then I could just marry Jessica and she could make me chicken enchiladas all the time.  But then I remembered she was already married.  And thus probably not into chicks.  So I decided to forgive The Mister.  But I'm still dreaming of chicken enchiladas.

I finally got the new lighting fixtures installed in the house.  That is what we call progress friends!!!  {three exclamation points totally warranted here.}  I'm a decorating commitment-phobe on the road to recovery.  Mom, I'll post pictures soon.

I read The Mermaid Chair by Sue Monk Kidd.  {Author of The Secret Life of Bees}  And really enjoyed it.  And then found out they made a movie based on the book.  Cool.  Starring Kim Basinger.  Not cool.

And then there was cake. 

The top tier of our wedding cake to be exact.  It spent 365 days camped out in our freezer and on Saturday, we finally ate it!  It didn't taste half bad either.

It was stored in a tupperware container {Which took up an entire shelf in the freezer - I'm loving the newfound freezer space!}  Inside the tupperware, the cake was wrapped in two layers of aluminum foil.

And then two layers of plastic wrap.

Here's the before:

And after:

Once you scraped off the revolting fondant that was not supposed to be within 10 feet of our wedding cake, it was pretty tasty.  A bit dry, but otherwise not bad.  Still, I think I'll be happier next year when we can just order a fresh cake from a local bakery. {And certainly not from the prima donna who decided my cake would "look better" in fondant, despite the fact that HE wrote on the top of the order form in giant capital letters "NO FONDANT".  This is what he told my mom when she called to politely complain about the mistake.  The words sorry were not used.  Oh well.  I didn't even notice there was fondant on the cake until I ate a piece at brunch the next day.  ha!}

I'm hoping to survive Friday at the office tomorrow and then meeting the girls for some {12} drinks tomorrow night.  I'll be back Saturday with...well, an actual post.