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“Fauxhawk lives in mortal fear of dancing and I am a complete spaz, so I had to talk him through a series of awkward white person moves while everyone gathered around us. It was like watching a Stevie Wonder impersonator...
Read More“Fauxhawk lives in mortal fear of dancing and I am a complete spaz, so I had to talk him through a series of awkward white person moves while everyone gathered around us. It was like watching a Stevie Wonder impersonator...
Read MoreI tried, you guys. I tried to be normal. I walked to the post office, waited patiently in line,...
Read MoreApparently, weddings used to be vurry surrious biznuss for very short people. With very intense...
Read MoreYou guys. Can I tell you something? (I guess I can. This is my blog, after all. I could tell you anything. For example, I could tell you that you have a squirrel on your head, and that wouldn’t even be true, unless I am...
Read MoreAs we trudge ever onward towards our wedding day, you may notice more action-item type posts from me. That is because we are truly in the “working on shit” part of the planning. There is no room anymore for postulating, or...
Read MoreI’ve found the booze that will go in my flask on my wedding day. Does that sound bad? Does...
Read MoreI took my engagement ring into the jeweler’s to see about getting a wedding band made. And my...
Read MoreAt the caterer’s place, working on the timeline Caterer: “OK, so are you guys going to want to do the grand entrance?” Me [exchanging confused glances with Beau]: “… Grand?” Caterer: “You know, when everyone goes to sit down...
Read MoreMy last post was about the day we got engaged, but the engagement process is so much more than just one day. It had begun many months earlier, as we gradually moved from whimsical musings on “If I ever marry…;”...
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