Keeping my name.
Well, for the first, and hopefully last time, I am engaged to get married. Brian asked me on Christmas Eve when we were out in the snow by the cemetery, and I said yes. Now all my friends can feel secure in the knowledge that I am not ever going to hook up with any asshole they will have to pretend to tolerate. Also, gone is the possibility that I will hook up with someone who wants kids, so I'm safe to party for years to come.
I'm really embarrassed to talk about it. I HATE being the center of attention, and being some kind of bride is definitely one way to do that. Now, I just need to lose about a million pounds so that I can look pretty at my wedding. That may, in fact, determine the date, as far as I'm concerned.
I'm working on our registry at Target. Ikea doesn't have a registry, which is super lame. I want Ikea stuff. Exciting, and weird!
I'm really embarrassed to talk about it. I HATE being the center of attention, and being some kind of bride is definitely one way to do that. Now, I just need to lose about a million pounds so that I can look pretty at my wedding. That may, in fact, determine the date, as far as I'm concerned.
I'm working on our registry at Target. Ikea doesn't have a registry, which is super lame. I want Ikea stuff. Exciting, and weird!