Oh dear. I wonder if it’s truly possible to gain five pounds in one week. Less than one week. Oof. I’d have thought not, but then I started thinking back…to the past week, starting on Wednesday…oh…the daiquiris, the beer, the king cake, the beer, the oyster poboy, the cheese fries, the beer, the king cake, the croissants, the breakfast casserole, the mac & cheese, the beer, the taco dip, the beer, the king cake, the beer, the sugar cookies I baked from scratch today…yeah, I’d say it’s possible.

Okay, maybe not. We did walk a lot on Saturday. A lot. But five pounds is also a lot. Oh well, I’ll give it a couple of weeks to shake out, and we’ll see where I stand then. I did have a fun Mardi Gras weekend with Anne in town and lots of other fun people.

Not sure if I’m going to do anything tomorrow yet. Guess I’ll see how the day turns out. I’m just eager for Saturday to get here. My friend Regan and I are going up to Covington to have tea at the little English tea house and to go visit my wedding dress and try on veils with it.