The bulk of the invites are finally in the mail.
Lars had a bit of a run in at the Post Office when he was told it would yet again require 11 cents more in stamps to mail these fuckers. So, sorry that our wedding invites look like they were shipped from Japan. Stamps are pretty…you like them.
I’m dressed like a total girl today and I’m trying not to be self conscious.. It’s so stupid that some girly-shoes and a shirt that isn’t a t-shirt can make me feel like a faker, but it totally can.
This morning my eyeballs are burning and I haven’t quite recovered from the envelope stuffing of last night. It’s cliche, but weddings are a lot of work. We took about 800 pictures of ourselves to include in the invite (I’ll share either some good ones or some bad ones later, I haven’t decided which, maybe both). At one point we both realized that I was entirely too short, so I stood on a skateboard, cos I’m classy.
I think it’s finally hitting me that I’m actually getting married. It hasn’t seemed tremendously real until recently. Trying on the dress didn’t do it, booking the ceremony/ reception site didn’t do it… hell, even getting the ring didn’t do it, but somehow cramming those envelopes with invitations to MY WEDDING really, really did it.
I try not to be, but I’m typically a fantastically negative person when it comes to myself. I think deep down, I never thought I would be here. I don’t think I ever really imagined that I would be taking meetings with florists or picking out cake or being loved and actually adored by someone that I feel the same way about. It’s sort of blowing my mind.
If the cuteness of Stanley’s sisters doesn’t cause you actual, physical pain…then we can’t be friends.
No, I’m not nekkid. I went in for my first official wedding dress “fitting” yesterday and I, of course, brought my dudes.
I’m getting married you guys. No, really…in 81 days. Me. Me and Lars…and Tom and Katie. Oh, hadn’t you heard? …we’re doing it up double wedding style.
My herb garden in full effect. You’ll notice that I’m not talking about the tiling in the laundry room…mostly because that didn’t happen. Well, Lars laid the cement board (ha…laid)…and I watched him clean the tiles and make sure that we had enough. I wasn’t being lazy or anything, but I had shit to do ya’ll. I had to buy shoes for the wedding (I couldn’t walk in the originals), I had to clean stuff and what not…really I did.
The pooch likes the hooch, what can I say?
The result.
I forgot to mention that while I look like a beasty in those earlier photos, Tawnya looks like a hot babe. Hardly fair.
Ok, this is really getting creepy. My friend Lisa just sent me a link to this picture, pointing out that they’re starting to look alike. It totally looks like he’s about to break his own neck in this picture. Teacher, they’re scaring me.
It was the company’s summer picnic today. This is me on the Staff Intranet website looking totally hotttt! I wish this picture was of me eating the two pieces of cake I ate later. Fucking fat ass. I’m going to go kill myself now.
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