>Is officially not my strong suit. More and more, I understand the concept that I use with children which is called “controlled choice.” I give them two choices, both of which are perfectly fine with me, they choose one (which makes them feel like they are in control), and we are all happy.

Looking at 1,000 wedding gowns, 250 cake designs, 15 wedding locations, and zero invitation designs is totally blowing my mind.

Which is why I am lying on my bed, in my pajamas, surrounded by pages ripped out of magazines, my breakfast dish (which, incidentially was a delightful chicken dish from Carraba’s left over from New Year’s Eve), my cell phone, my camera, and some dirty socks. My feet got hot.

I am compiling a list of pleasant places you might consider staying if you want to spend the night or hang out in East Texas/Western Louisiana for a few days. It will be posted shortly on the web site.

I think I might need to drive to Marshall AGAIN this week before school gets going again. That just sounds awful to me. I wish someone would come and pick me up and take me there. I could take the train, but then I would not have wheels once I got there. Un-fun.