This morning as I was cleaning up the kitchen, I was making all kinds of go-getting resolutions in my head as I often do, such as, “Never again will you consume four slices of pizza in one sitting. Don’t be late for work. Keep the apartment neat at all times…” Then as I pulled the coffee filter out of our snazzy new coffee maker, I swiftly dumped a heaping mass of grinds right smack into the open dishwasher. 

File that under ‘things I don’t have time for.’

As it turns out, coffee grinds, once let loose, will both multiply and scatter to surfaces nowhere near the original vicinity of the scourge as you attempt to contain them.

Can such an incident mess with one’s resolutions? Yes it can. Did it cause me to eat four slices of pizza? It could have were it not 8:03 a.m. Instead, the incident rendered the apartment further away from ‘neat’ status and made me late for work.

In other news, Steve finished the DC triathlon this weekend, and there was no dying, nor were there injuries. Today he is sore, bur wholly un-traumatized and proud of himself, as he should be. I’m proud of him, too.

Go Steve! Woooooooo! Gimme an S! Gimme a T! etc., etc. Goooooooo Steve! 

I observed on Sunday that when you are cheering someone on during a race, they will notice if you scream their name, but yelling 'woo!' and clapping are pretty much lost in the din. I did it anyway.

And it’s possible that I’ve been bitten by the bug, because I kind of want to attempt a triathlon myself. Hold me, I’m frightened.

Now for a dose of wedding snapshot goodness (of my dad walking me up the aisle) while we await the professional shots from our photographer: