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Welcome! My name is Mrs.G and I started this blog so people could share in my mis-adventures in wedding planning. I married my southern gentleman on September 6th, 2009. Throughout our courtship I became enamored with everything southern and desperately want to become a steel magnolia.
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Tuesday, April 24, 2012


They call it breakfast of champions, but really does this entail?



Toast with jam or jelly?

or Wheaties... never liked the stuff.

I would like to preface this with a glorious happening last night, I got some sleep. Like real sleep, like 9-5 sleep and I haven't felt better. The only thing that could make me feel better is a shower and some homemade oatmeal cream pies, which because I am well rested I might make today.

Ok back to the subject at hand.


Because I am feeling so great, the possibilities were endless, eggs Benedict, eggs in a basket, sour cream pancakes... no.

I wanted something savory, like hug my bones savory.

What did I want, what made my mouth water?

I freaking wanted shells and cheese... at 6 this morning.

I didn't cave.

I had a pop tart in stead.



  1. I am a fat kid and may have eaten that on occasion for breakfast. For shame, me.

  2. I am not going going to lie, it only lasted until 10 am. But I still call that a win.