Fabulous Miss S.

In which pictures constitute an entry.

A make-up sample for the wedding. Also, WHO is that person? I SO DO NOT look at all like this person.

A wedding dress that I actually like. Although, you wouldn't know my actually looking at my face. WHAT WAS I THINKING ABOUT?

WAY too much boob. And. GOD. PLEATS? 

Me, and P-Nut Louise.

No one tells you ...

No one tells you that when you are planning a wedding you will lose all touch with reality.

No one tells you that when you are buying your first home, you will grow to adore your partner even more and feel even more like a team, just the two of you.

No one tells you that buying your first home AND planning a wedding at the same time, especially when said wedding is a destination wedding, you might be driven to complete and total head-shaking, screaming, insanity.

No one tells you that dressing up your cat in dog clothes is just enough to make you laugh uncontrollable and possible regain a sense of control and calmness. At least, for like, a minute.

Our dearest Gromit.

TMI Tuesday, a MeMe

Me and My TMI ...

1. My cat, Gary, has poops that smell SO bad, it makes me almost wretch. I make Marc clean it up. 

2. I have seen every episode of FRIENDS at least a dozen times. Each. And I still watch them like it is THE most interesting thing. Ever.

3. I have a mega phobia of barfing. Doing it, seeing it, hearing it ... BLECH!

4. If given the chance, I could go a few days without showering, as long as I was staying home.

and ...

5. I hate sitting on public toilet seats.  I occasionally actually DO sit on a seat, like at work. I mean, I pee like ten times a day cause I drink so much water, so I just sort of pull my pants down and sit and pee.  However ... I CANNOT come home and sit on my own toilet seat before I take a shower.  And, if I HAVE to sit on my own seat before I shower, I will then clean my toilet. With Bleach.

6. I'm not always this neurotic.

7. But, actually ...

All in a day's work for a first-time home-buyer

I worked all day. I worked on regular work-stuff and also some wedding stuff, cause, well, I did.

I sat through a two-hour meeting and said nothing, just listening ... and I sat next to a man who has the worst breath EVER.  GOD.  It was N.O.T. pleasant.

Then, I left work and drove very fast to pick up Marc and then drove slow because of traffic to get to another meeting that lasted only THREE hours.  But, this meeting? We have a buyer's agent.  We are going to buy a home.  I'm very excited and very tired and I have signed my name about fifty frillion times tonight.

Addendum:  I did not buy a home tonight.  I just signed a lot of information-agreement type things, basically saying I know the rules and procedures.

Thursday Thirteen Day Dreaming

Thirteen places I would love to be, RIGHT NOW, and may already be there in spirit, nonetheless.

1.  The Beach House Barbuda.

2. Cap Juluca.

3. My sofa, with Gromit, PNut Louise, Gary and Guinness

4. Panera, eating broccoli cheddar soup and a Caesar salad.

5. Sitting in a white glider chair in a gorgeous nursery, holding my own child that I have yet to conceive.

6. Pulling weeds in a huge organic vegetable garden that I have cultivated all by myself.

7. The Plaza Hotel (insert: any urban swanky trendy hotel), preparing for my very first book signing.

8. Swooshing down a snow-covered mountain breathing the fresh cold air, the smell of chimney smoke, and the piney smell of Aspen firs.

9. Riding a horse, bareback, on the beach.

10. Under the Chuppah in my own wedding.

11. Sitting on my balcony reading a book.

12. Horizontal in a hammock, asleep.

13. Sleeping, anywhere, really.

Giving credit where credit is due: Thursday Thirteen.

edited to add: Dear Zoot, I have a 5K on October 1. Am I running? Nah! Am I eating well? Nah! Am i freaking the heeeeck out? Oh Yeah!