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So much of my life seems to be directly or indirectly involved in weddings, it's really warped my judgment. Every time I hear a song, or see any kind of formal wear, or ANYTHING AT ALL, I think about how I could work that into my own wedding.
Haha, my own wedding. Like, seriously. I have an agreement with Fred about when he'll start thinking about proposing, and it's the same agreement as to when I can get another kitten (not counting the one for his dad) and when I get a say in all the stupid family guy toys on the walls. Actually, the agreement is fulfilled, we get married, and THEN I get a say in the family guy toys on the walls. Whatever. Anyway, yeah. Like, honestly though. I'm not ready to get married, as bad as I want a wedding. That's the saddest realization of all my bridal dreams.
But seriously. I don't want to be one of those girls who picks out her engagement ring, but when I drool on websites and at the actual jewelry counters, I can't even decide which ring it is that my finger is itching for. Which I suppose is a good sign. That, you know, I recognize that I'm still a baby, and there's that agreement to be worried about, there'll be more time for this later.
Also, the guy who sold us the pool table (whose last name is Knarr, but I didn't ask if he were related to Jordan) told Fred to have a couple kids first and see how that works out before making any lifetime commitments.
Call me crazy. But isn't HAVING KIDS a lifetime commitment? And also, if you weren't giving us (ok, Fred) about $2000 off this table, I'd have told you where to stick it.
And no. Don't thank the robbers for banking at Commerce.
Haha, my own wedding. Like, seriously. I have an agreement with Fred about when he'll start thinking about proposing, and it's the same agreement as to when I can get another kitten (not counting the one for his dad) and when I get a say in all the stupid family guy toys on the walls. Actually, the agreement is fulfilled, we get married, and THEN I get a say in the family guy toys on the walls. Whatever. Anyway, yeah. Like, honestly though. I'm not ready to get married, as bad as I want a wedding. That's the saddest realization of all my bridal dreams.
But seriously. I don't want to be one of those girls who picks out her engagement ring, but when I drool on websites and at the actual jewelry counters, I can't even decide which ring it is that my finger is itching for. Which I suppose is a good sign. That, you know, I recognize that I'm still a baby, and there's that agreement to be worried about, there'll be more time for this later.
Also, the guy who sold us the pool table (whose last name is Knarr, but I didn't ask if he were related to Jordan) told Fred to have a couple kids first and see how that works out before making any lifetime commitments.
Call me crazy. But isn't HAVING KIDS a lifetime commitment? And also, if you weren't giving us (ok, Fred) about $2000 off this table, I'd have told you where to stick it.
And no. Don't thank the robbers for banking at Commerce.