A book and a shiny
I bought a book today: the Anti-Bride Wedding Planner.
On the escalator, headed to check-out, I suddenly realized: wholly shit. I'm getting married. I'm getting MARRIED. Wow. Damn. Cool. Awesome. SHIT...!
Somehow having the book made it more real. I love my ring, I LOVE my ring, but having the book made it more...immediate.
I'm happily completing worksheets and doing research, and having some interesting conversations with my fiance on the subject of wedding arrangements.
On our way out of the mall, I just happened to spot a snake navel piercing, 14k gold, on clearance. Yoric bought it for me and said Happy Valentine's day. We had a really fun conversation with the sales lady - she's pierced and tattooed, and said her 18 year old just got her 4th tattoo, and she took both her daughters to get their navels pierced.
So, now I have a book and a shiny.
On the escalator, headed to check-out, I suddenly realized: wholly shit. I'm getting married. I'm getting MARRIED. Wow. Damn. Cool. Awesome. SHIT...!
Somehow having the book made it more real. I love my ring, I LOVE my ring, but having the book made it more...immediate.
I'm happily completing worksheets and doing research, and having some interesting conversations with my fiance on the subject of wedding arrangements.
On our way out of the mall, I just happened to spot a snake navel piercing, 14k gold, on clearance. Yoric bought it for me and said Happy Valentine's day. We had a really fun conversation with the sales lady - she's pierced and tattooed, and said her 18 year old just got her 4th tattoo, and she took both her daughters to get their navels pierced.
So, now I have a book and a shiny.