Ultimately, I don't wish I'd eloped, but I do wish I'd had more of a bachelorette party.
I got married during one of those lulls in meatspace friendships (social anxiety issues and being raised by wolves have pretty much always meant I don't have many close friends offline), where people were either too far away physically, or not close enough emotionally, and my bachelorette "party" wound up being me and a friend going out to dinner and I paid for my own meal. Then I went home and worked on the little handout things for the ceremony and felt sort of cranky and sad and lame.
But even though I'd advise everyone to elope, the wedding itself was beautiful.
Silverware! A car! Threads! Brilliant.
Also, you wedding people are making me terrified. Mine will be different!
Is that cilantro I see in the background?
Yep. And preferential ballots behind the plate.
What kind of car is that?
A Chevy Impala.
Sorry about the picture quality—I didn't realize the focus was out til I got them back from the developer.
My sister's coming into town this weekend for a bridal shower, but her matron of honor and our aunt, the co-hosts, have promised that no silly shower games will be played. Thank God.
Yay for seeing katefate's name again! Hi, katefate!!
As long as I can swim somewhere without jellyfish, sharks, pirahnas, or barracuda, I don't mind little fishies nibbling at me.
Oh, and good news on the debit card fraud front--the other $57 charge from last week went from "pending" to entirely gone, leaving only two charges from Sunday still in pending status. If they don't disappear when they change status, I can file a dispute claim, but if they disappear like the first two did, I'll just call the bank to verify that everything's been cleared up and to see if they plan on pursuing the person making all these charges so I can find out how they got my number.
If it was just through careless disposal of receipts/bank info on my part, I'll make sure that I get a shredder and dispose of everything thoroughly (which I probably should anyway). I'm just afraid that the perp might be one of my co-workers at Barnes & Noble, which is the only place that my card was ever out of my sight (I lost it after we closed Harry Potter night, and it was found before we opened the next day). I hate the idea of suspecting one of my co-workers, so I'd actually feel better if it was some anonymous person who lucked out with the info.
Matt, that is hysterical!
Hi Callaluna and katefate! Good to see you both around these parts again.
Oof, Kathy! I'm glad that they seem to be resolving charges etc, but I know what you mean about trusting people you work with.
My principal seems reluctant to sign my papers for leave. I basically feel like grabbing her and saying, "you'd like to think you can make me stay and teach, but you can't. If you do, I will make every day I am at this school more unpleasant for you than the day before until you wished that you hadn't been demoted from the Central Office to our school."
Matt, that picture is FANTASTIC.
Internal bra. You know, if I thought it would work long-term and lack complications, I'd be all over it.
Male management and boyfriend training unit. Not, in theory, the work safest of sites, though there isn't any raunchy imagery.
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