Q&A
First, I am so thrilled to see the photographs taken by my hired photo, Genya Garrett, all over southern bridal magazines; she’s on the back cover of the newest issue of Emerald Coast Brides. This leads me to believe I’ve invested entirely too much money very, very well!
Second, my future Mother-In-Law can SHOP, lemmetellya. We spent 11-1/2 hours - literally - running between The Bridal Loft, Michael’s, JoAnn fabrics, Hobby Lobby, the Olive Garden for lunch, her friend’s house, and B&N. I got home at nearly midnight! But we had a blast; most of it was shopping for wedding-related stuff. Got lotsa stuff, mostly wedding-related, and she paid (since I didn’t let her put the deposit on our photog for us). We cut some wedding corners and probably saved ourselves upwards of $700 in the process. But we really had a great time; I absolutely adore Jason’s parents. :)
Poor Jason has been sick since late last week -- 3rd cold in 4 weeks. His Mom and Grandma think he has walking pneumonia. Yummy. He's wrecked; he's never been this bad, not that I've seen. I feel so bad for him! While I was shopping with his Mom on Sat, he was at his Parents' house installing their new surround-sound speaker components, and then saw "Rambo" with his buddies -- says it's all action, no plot. I still haven't seen "27 dresses," and really want to this wkend.
Um, in other news… I’m swamped at work today, so am writing this in 1- and 2-sentence increments in MS Word, with little regard for grammar, in the hopes of maybe posting this later (it’s Monday afternoon now).
This weekend, I learned a very valuable lesson: There are 2 questions you don’t ever ask your partner in a relationship. The first is, “How many people have you slept with?” This, I haven’t asked, nor do I plan to, as I do not want to know the answer, under ANY circumstances (although I happen to know for a fact that Jason once dated a stripper, so here I am, looking for pole-dancing classes in PCola or Mobile (there aren’t any). But a girl’s gotta keep up!) The second, and potentially more scarring - possibly fatal -- to a relationship, is, “Do you like Stevie Nicks?”
I made the gargantuan mistake of asking the latter question of Jason on Saturday morning, as we lay in bed listening to the radio, and I wasn’t prepared for the answer he gave:
“Yeah, she’s pretty good.”
OK, folks; that’s almost grounds for divorce. If we were married. But I do so love that man, and so I’ll keep him around... despite his clearly flawed taste in music (he also kinda thinks REO Speedwagon was okay. I think they might be okay served on a bed of lettuce to a den of lions, but that’s just me. Stevie Nicks can be the appetizer. And for dessert, anyone and everyone who’s ever recorded a cover of “Lean on Me”).
I’m pretty positive Stevie Nicks has never successfully recorded anything that didn’t sound like my first car (’86 Cutlass Ciera) when the engine wouldn’t turn over, but maybe I’m remembering wrong.
But probably not.