The Happy Bride

Apparently as soon as you get engaged you're supposed to stop eating all the things you love and hate your life until the wedding.  I have a theory on the "bridezilla" phenomenon: angry brides are just hungry.  Somebody feed them.

So because I want to be a happy bride, I'm going to eat whatever I can get my fancy paws on.

 For example, today I ate (for breakfast):

 two waffles slathered in syrup

 half a pineapple

 and this plate filled with apple, prusciutto, and about 8 bucks-worth of goat cheese. 

Tonight I plan on eating an entire bag of large popcorn and a large coke with a bag of skittles at the movies with Warren.  I call this diet The Happy Bride.