doubts
“Sometimes I wonder if this whole wedding thing is worth it,” the beau announced, slouched in his chair. I looked up from the couch, where I was doing my taxes. All ears. “It’s just so much money,”...
Read MoreI knew from the very start that I didn’t want a big fancy wedding cake. I had ideas, kids....
Read MoreDidn’t we all. More: Deviance, pt. 12 | Deviance, pt. 11 | Deviance, pt. 10 | Deviance, pt....
Read MoreVery occasionally I find myself regressing to middle school.* Like this afternoon, when I found myself writing my name in different handwriting styles over and over again in the margins of my note pad.** Then — of course...
Read Moreme: “Hmm. It probably wouldn’t be classy to stick clip art pistols on our save-the-dates, would it?” beau: “What’s not classy about pistols?” Ah yes. So this is why I’m marrying...
Read MoreMore: Deviance, pt. 11 | Deviance, pt. 10 | Deviance, pt. 9 | Deviance, pt. 8 | Deviance, pt. 7...
Read MoreSo. I went dress shopping again this weekend. Again for the first time since Christmas, that is. Yay? I didn’t find anything I really liked, but I learned an important lesson: things you like on the hanger you won’t...
Read MoreThis weekend a friend who’s getting married in November told me he hasn’t actually seen the venue yet, even though it’s nearby. In fact, outside of the date he knows absolutely nothing about the wedding. His...
Read MoreSo I’m on the phone with United. Actually, no. I am not so much on the phone with United — as in “an actual representative of United Airlines” — so much as I am engaged in a vicious verbal war with...
Read MoreMore: Deviance, pt. 10 | Deviance, pt. 9 | Deviance, pt. 8 | Deviance, pt. 7 | Deviance, pt. 6 |...
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