Okay fine. I'll admit what I'm sure you all have known for weeks despite the fact that I have TRIED SO HARD not to let it overtake this blog.
The Wedding has possessed me. Important parts of my brain have rerouted their functions entirely to considering how many invitations we should order and exactly what the wording on said invitations should me. Less important parts of my brain are obsessed with deciding between darling blue shoes for the wedding or sparkly silver ones, despite the fact that I do not yet have any idea what my dress will look like. I think my medulla oblongata is devoting itself almost wholeheartedly to contemplating favors and placecards and placecards that are favors. Wernicke's Area? Totally obsessed with the pros and cons of custom made supportive undergarments.
Tonight I placed a $650 order for prints of engagement pictures (amazingly, only $220 of that is for us, the rest is for our respective mothers). And Saturday I am descending into the fluffy underbelly of the wedding industry, where I will spend the afternoon wiggling in and out of big old satin dresses with innumerable buttons down my back. While I do this, my mother will get to sit and watch while holding back tears at how bee-yoo-ti-full her only daughter looks in the various concotions. Let me tell you though, if they bring me any strapless dresses, I am going to have to stand there and flap my arm wings at them to drive home the point that I really, REALLY want a damn dress with sleeves.
There is a teeny small part of my brain that is instead currently whining about the kittens that were born to my friend CC's cat this week. And the reason that teeny tiny part is whining for a kitten is because DUDE, KEV MIGHT BE BREAKABLE ON THE SUBJECT OF A THIRD CAT. If I can just get him over there to see how teeny tiny cute and mewling they are. I'm going to see them on Sunday (there's 8, if you can believe it) and take lots of pictures and try and convince him that we totally need another cat. Kitten!
Maybe that will assuage my urgent puppy longings that I've had lately. This is yet another reason why I know I don't want to have kids. You know how (some) women see a baby and get all ooey-gooey over them and start talking about aching woman parts biological clocks? That doesn't happen to me. I coo over them, yes...I think they're cute but I don't hold them and wish fervently that I had one. But put a kitten or a puppy anywhere near me and I have to practically be physically restrained to keep from smothering them with love.
I currently have a lovebug of a cat curled up next to my right arm just begging to be held and snuggled and smooched. Now that I can live with.
Right after I go check out the latest issue of Modern Bride for some centerpiece ideas.
The Wedding has possessed me. Important parts of my brain have rerouted their functions entirely to considering how many invitations we should order and exactly what the wording on said invitations should me. Less important parts of my brain are obsessed with deciding between darling blue shoes for the wedding or sparkly silver ones, despite the fact that I do not yet have any idea what my dress will look like. I think my medulla oblongata is devoting itself almost wholeheartedly to contemplating favors and placecards and placecards that are favors. Wernicke's Area? Totally obsessed with the pros and cons of custom made supportive undergarments.
Tonight I placed a $650 order for prints of engagement pictures (amazingly, only $220 of that is for us, the rest is for our respective mothers). And Saturday I am descending into the fluffy underbelly of the wedding industry, where I will spend the afternoon wiggling in and out of big old satin dresses with innumerable buttons down my back. While I do this, my mother will get to sit and watch while holding back tears at how bee-yoo-ti-full her only daughter looks in the various concotions. Let me tell you though, if they bring me any strapless dresses, I am going to have to stand there and flap my arm wings at them to drive home the point that I really, REALLY want a damn dress with sleeves.
There is a teeny small part of my brain that is instead currently whining about the kittens that were born to my friend CC's cat this week. And the reason that teeny tiny part is whining for a kitten is because DUDE, KEV MIGHT BE BREAKABLE ON THE SUBJECT OF A THIRD CAT. If I can just get him over there to see how teeny tiny cute and mewling they are. I'm going to see them on Sunday (there's 8, if you can believe it) and take lots of pictures and try and convince him that we totally need another cat. Kitten!
Maybe that will assuage my urgent puppy longings that I've had lately. This is yet another reason why I know I don't want to have kids. You know how (some) women see a baby and get all ooey-gooey over them and start talking about aching woman parts biological clocks? That doesn't happen to me. I coo over them, yes...I think they're cute but I don't hold them and wish fervently that I had one. But put a kitten or a puppy anywhere near me and I have to practically be physically restrained to keep from smothering them with love.
I currently have a lovebug of a cat curled up next to my right arm just begging to be held and snuggled and smooched. Now that I can live with.
Right after I go check out the latest issue of Modern Bride for some centerpiece ideas.
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