Cupcake or flapjack?

My souvenir cupcake from this morning's wedding turned out to be quite an athlete. It took a dive off the saucer I was using to transport it from my office to my car for a photo session at home, hitting its head at the edge of the saucer (a la Greg Louganis once upon a time). Notwithstanding that minor mishap, it managed to perform a spectacular double somersault before landing with a soft albeit fatal thud on my office's linoleum floor, thereby sustaining grievous injury to its erstwhile artfully decorated head. :(

Another long chat

This morning, I attended a colleague's wedding where most of the guests visibly got restless as the "Christian ceremony" dragged on. As for me, I ended up having another long chat with Joel via text messaging about his plans to enroll as a non-degree student, among others. Our "conversation" in fact continued after the wedding (and the luncheon reception afterwards) and lasted until just after the end of the workday.