We woke up in Lake Louise on Sunday morning to discover that it had snowed overnight. Growing up in places where snow was always a rare and exciting commodity, my first instinct upon realizing that it was still coming down was to rush out of the front doors of the Deer Lodge, make a snow angel in the parking lot, and then throw half a dozen snowballs at unsuspecting passersby.

It was on our fourth day in Banff that I finally got the layers thing down. Getting the layers thing down, I figured out at last, basically just meant putting on my body every single piece of clothing I'd brought to Canada with me, and then a few of Sean's for good measure. For our final day of skiing---this time at Mt.

Do you shop at Trader Joe's? If not, I can't imagine why. Personally, I'm obsessed with Trader Joe's and this home-made commercial---which, damn, I wish I'd thought of---will explain it all.  Long live five different flavors of lemonade! 

I bet you thought I'd finished telling you about my Banff trip, didn't you? Au contraire, my dear Internet! There's more! A lot, lot more, in fact. Day five in Banff was our last, sadly, but since our flight wasn't until the evening, we had quite a nice long time to enjoy it. And since we weren't hitting the mountains for the first time in three days, we even managed a lie-in. And after the lie-in?

Alright, here's the big news: I think I've found my wedding dress. Actually, I don't think I've found it, I pretty much know I've found it, and the funny thing is that it's one I tried on a few weeks ago with my mum. You know, that time when I was all "I really, really like it, but how do I know if it's The One?"

So I turned 29 on Sunday, which kind of sounds like one of those fake ages no-one really is. I mean honestly, 29? That's like the punchline to a bad joke some grizzled cashier at the drugstore tells her friends over a Jack and coke: "oh, just turning 29 again!" on her 52nd and 53rd and 54th birthdays. Before I turned 29, I didn't actually know anyone who was 29, and it almost seemed like maybe I'd just skip right over from 28 to 30. Because really, when it comes down to it, what's the point of 29?

For my entire life, I have suffered from a debilitating condition called SES. You may not have heard about SES but it imbues in the victim a terrible feeling of insecurity, as well as a frequent burning jealousy and often---as in cases where the victim's fiancé  most undoubtedly does not suffer from SES---pure unadulterated rage.

What is SES, you ask? Why Internet, I can't believe I have to tell you. It's Stubby Eyelash Syndrome!

It’s probably not a very nice thing to say, though I think it’s a fairly accurate one: my cats are to blame for every problem in my house.

Monday was sort of a bad day. No single terrible thing happened; it was more a series of small indignities and irritations that, cumulatively, had me very quickly wanting to punch a wall. You know the sort of thing: laddered tights, stubbed toes, malfunctioning computers, missed buses (yes, plural, and in a thunderstorm no less. BOTH TIMES.) When it got to the point where I finally realized that nothing was going to go right for me all day, I threw up my hands in frustration. I GET IT, UNIVERSE, I said. TODAY SUCKS. WHY DON'T YOU JUST GET IT ALL OVER WITH AT ONCE?

The weekend was taken up with quite a few wedding errands, and wow, would you look at that, I just lost a third of you, I bet. This site is getting a little too weddingy, I know it, and I'm sorry, but just hang in there until September 5th and it'll all be over. Only then I'll have to take up origami or Capoeira, The Brazilian Art of Dance Fighting or something, just to fill the empty days I once spent hand-addressing envelopes and talking about it.

Internet, you have been hiding something from me. Seriously, you've been holding out!  I mean, you must have been, because why else would I have made it 29 years---much of them spent living IN ASIA---without ever having owned or used a rice cooker?

That's right, a rice cooker. Have you ever used a rice cooker? Because I used one for the first time last night, and I have to say, I don't think I'm ever going to be the same again.