that was a stinkin' long day!

After a grueling fifteen-hour workday, I did manage to cross lots off my to-do list, most especially having an iced capp and a doughnut break. Veto and I sprayed the cabinet doors and yes, I talked to super-cute electrician and super-sweet plumber but unfortunately super-adorable carpenter spends every weekend in his hometown, visiting his mother and his sisters (yes! now do you see why I must find him a suitable wife?) so I didn't see him today or take his photo for the blog, that will have to wait until Monday.

I don't know if I ever mentioned before on this blog, but on our second date, Veto didn't bring me flowers. He brought two doughnuts from Tim Horton's. He'd just stepped off the plane from a business trip and came straight away to pick me up for dinner.

I never did eat those doughnuts. I knew Veto was special, so I saved them. I still have them, in their original bag. They dried out nicely, sprinkles and all.

We really wanted a wedding cake of doughnuts, but I also wanted the challenge of baking my own cake because I'd baked a few cakes for friends and wanted to do my own! The idea of the groom's cake made it possible for us to have both. And in the category of I swore once upon a time that I would never ever be "that kind of bride" I just want you to know that yes, I did mix up those sprinkles myself for the baker - he let me bring in my own colours because all he had at the time was orange. Not that I have a problem with orange, per se. I just really wanted the bright colours.

Can you say obsessive-compulsive disorder?