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You know that ridiculously starry-eyed, all-consuming, fleet-footed, fiery-passioned storybook romance into which people in movies and on TV are always falling? The internet and I have long had that kind of relationship....
Read MoreYou know that ridiculously starry-eyed, all-consuming, fleet-footed, fiery-passioned storybook romance into which people in movies and on TV are always falling? The internet and I have long had that kind of relationship....
Read MoreIt was terrible and beautiful and stressful and fun. Our Facebook pages have already been flooded...
Read MoreThese final weeks of planning a wedding are like being on drugs. The euphoric, blissful highs are always bound to be followed by crushing, empty comedowns. For every item you cross off the list, for every minor victory,...
Read MoreA couple of weeks ago, when I got home from work one day, the beau looked straight in the eye and said, “I wrote a blog post.” My response was to gaze back at him slack-jawed, for he might as well have said he...
Read MoreCannot navigate rooms. House has become Boxtown, USA. And Bagtown, too. Can’t forget about...
Read MoreNina got married on July 3rd. Nina, for those of you who are unfamiliar with the comments section, is an awesome lady who somehow found my blog one day and started commenting. One thing led to another — you wouldn’t...
Read MoreSo. The last post seemed to cause a lot of unintended stress for some of you. I feel pretty bad about this. You know those times when you’re at a party, and suddenly you’re stricken with an urge to entertain everybody with what...
Read MoreThe searching, I think, is the single worst part of wedding planning. Searching for wedding stuff seems like — from the outset, at least — tangible progress. It’s a necessary means to a specific end. But, ah,...
Read MoreI’m going to wake up, and get ready for my wedding.
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