Bread and Butter

Last night we met with the Invitation Lady. That is her actual name on her actual business cards. She spent a good hour on the etiquette and history of invitation wording, thank you notes, monograms and script versus block font.


In case we didn't have any plans this weekend, she sent us home with this. Carrying it from the car to the house was almost enough to count for a workout.



















Just as Matt's eyes had completely glazed over, we wrapped our session up. We were in desperate need of a drink and some carbs. Thankfully, we were right down the street from one of our favorite Italian restaurants, Leonardos. If you have never eaten there, put on your stretchy pants and head that way immediately. (Please forget the contents of Tuesday's post from here down)

These are waiting on you and calling your name. Yes, that would be butter you see them bathing in.
*I don't know why this picture is so big, and frankly, I don't care. These rolls are to die for.

Sanity was restored. I went home to find my roommate and her sister on the Lanai. Now that 3 out of 4 of these girls have headed to the lanai in the sky, we feel its our duty to carry on the lanai tradition for our generation, and I must say, we are carrying the torch well.