Lots of things happening

Well folks, we're getting very close. Only two more months! (ish) And Mike and I will be joined in mawwage. Frightening that we will be a Mr. and a Mrs. I've got most of the plans done. Having a half-elopement is a lot less stressful. At least I hope. We'll see when we get there. But as far as I know there will be food and cake. And booze. And an ambient sound system with the option of iPod hookup.

In other news, my Dad is trying to plan a post half-elopement reception for us in Louisiana for extended friends and family. We finally settled on a date -- nearly three months after the ceremony -- due in part to the LA Tech football schedule, my work, and family/friends' prior obligations. Dad called the other day and said he was overwhelmed with planning and was thinking about hiring an event planner. (See! See! I said. I told him planning this sh*t is stressful!) We do have an awesome band secured for that party and the contract provides that they will learn three songs special for the event. Any suggestions?

Not going outside today

Dear lord the wind is about to blow my apartment away. It also doesn't help that there is some weird tarp thingie on the roof next door that's been flapping incessantly and is so loud it makes the weather seem worse, or well, just more apparent. I guess.

At any rate, I'm about to go strap on a backpack with a parachute inside. Just in case.

Fleurs?

Anyone have any suggestions for my bridal bouquet? I have no clue and apparently I need to specify what I want.

Slight Mission Failure

I just ate a gigantic cookie. It was made with oatmeal and coconut and chocolate chips and white chocolate chips and raisins. At first I was only going to eat a small bite. Save the rest for another day. Then I broke off some more. Then I said fuck it and ate the whole thing. I washed it down with a potent iced coffee. Now me no feelz so good. And as Mike so graciously pointed out as I disclosed this information to him, now I'll have to eat plain mixed greens for dinner.

I'm writing a letter to willpower.