I just walked over to our friend Leandra’s house to pick up her infamous fuzzy elf coat. She’s loaning it to me for the night of the wedding, and lemme tell ya: it’s perfect. A little hard to wriggle in and out of, but the most perfectly complimentary warm polar fleecy design.

When I arrived at her house, Leandra asked me how wedding prep was going. I explained that it was fine, and she looked me over and said, “Are you doing that whole ‘work out a ton to get in shape for the wedding’ thing?”

I grimaced. “No. Not at all.” (In fact, just yesterday I had a heart to heart with my rolly-polly tummy about how we really needed to do something.)

“Really?” she said. “You look great!”

Nice!! All the compliments, none of the work!