Why? No really, why?

I'm never entirely sure why I decide to undertake these culinary and artistic adventures. All I know is that it starts with an offhanded "sure, sounds fun" and soon degenerates into an "oh dear, what did I get myself into this time?" and finales with " I HATE cake". Honestly, I'm not that fond of cake -- it's sweet and hurts my teeth and has this hateful tendency to get everywhere when I make it--which is an odd sort of thing to say at the beginning of your cake blog. But there is something about the idea of making a wedding cake that is so grand and resource consuming that I can't resist the opportunity to say: "yes, I will make your wedding cake even though I'm pretty sure I will vomit at the sight of my mixers and the 3 pounds of left over butter in the fridge by the end of this all and won't even want to touch another spring-form pan or even set foot in my local grocery store for another lifetime (lifetime being the average four to six months until the next roommate gets married).