This morning the beau and I ducked out of our respective jobs to go to the Friday farmer’s market and scope out their flower selection. Verily, it is from this market that we will pick flowers up before the wedding, so we thought we should make ourselves acquainted with its bounty.
Then we picked up our order of three cases of champagne.*
Then we got this:
Tiny steps closer.
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* Holler.
Congratulations!
wooohooo! those are 3 big things to get done, on a Friday no less!
That, my dear, is an effing productive day if I ever saw one.
Hooray! for getting things done and getting every closer to the big day.
Horray! Congrats =)
woo hoo! it makes it seems so real, doesn’t it?
Wow, it comes in receipt form? The one we got in Vermont was actually typed up. Like, with a type writer. By the sweet old man who works in the Clerk’s office, all by himself.
Woot woot!