There's nothing like looking at your wedding photos to make you realize how wrinkly, dirty blonde and tired you've gotten. Good thing we've got 4 kids and a mortgage to blame it on. I'm not sure how I could blame wrinkles on a mortgage, but it sounded good.


I thought my cake was the bomb...a cake of Alta ski resort where Sverre proposed to me. Only now am I realizing that there is some brocolli concoction surrounding the bottom of it. Hu? Why in the world would the decorator put brocolli instead of oh say, pine leaves on the bottom?

And what's up with my ugly dress? sverre still makes fun of my shoes. They were hush puppy pumps from Payless Shoe Source. why?