OMG, smonster, he should GREASE YOUR WINDOW so he could CRAWL IN YOUR BEDROOM and WATCH YOU SLEEP!
Cause that would be SOOOO romantic, OMGOMG!
I do not want to dye my hair tonight. But I have no time to dye it tomorrow.
Ok, I started this message two hours ago. Definitely not dyeing my hair tonight. Will work out some way to dye it tomorrow, as I need to shower tomorrow anyway. (My shower at home? I can't turn the water off all the way without Dan. Le suck..)
Ok, for some reason I can't get the shoe link to cut and paste. (Forgive me, please for the MEMEMEME, but I am GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW OMG WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS GETTING MARRIED IN 4 MONTHS AND I DID IT ALL IN A WEEK OMG breathe, fool...)
Ok, shoes: Kelly and Katie's Romeo Silver Platform Heels in Silver. At DSW. Feet will KILL. But they're hot. And were $30.
Bouquet and boutonierre: $30. Bouquet is white hydrangea, violet stock and blumeria (greenery) whapped together with silver satin ribbon. Dan's flower is just a simple white rose.
Nails. Violety silver. OPI.
Rings: We got placeholder rings from Macy's till we can play for the sparkly ones. Simple silver bands.
I got the license today, and the little gazebo in front of the courthouse that the judge suggested is supercute, and surrounded by dogwoods bursting with bloomage.
Holy shit, I'm getting married tomorrow. WTFF?! Someone is making an honest woman of me! BWAHAHAHA.
Oh, god, I can eat SALT tomorrow. Thank you, Jesus, and really ugly girdle from Target.
Ok, who's got a Valium?
Holy shit, Erin, YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW!!!!!
I got the license today, and the little gazebo in front of the courthouse that the judge suggested is supercute, and surrounded by dogwoods bursting with bloomage.
I can not imagine a lovelier setting with a YEAR of planning.
Ya know, Truds, I completely thought that today. Dress, $48, bouquet $30, shoes $30. Crazy lucky. It's supposed to be really pretty tomorrow, sunny and 70, and every damn thing in bursting out in flowers. Like, fucking bluebirds should be draping me in chiffon and sheep should be gamboling in meadows in Wordsworthian paroxysms of sheeply joy. Disney spring.
I KNOW, TEP! OMG ASSCAPS ON PERMANENT LOCK.
(Nuke me from space; it's the only way to be sure.)
I love how it's all coming together for you, Erin! How it should be.
It sounds truly splendiferous, Erin!
Holy crap, Erin, it's THE NIGHT BEFORE YOUR WEDDING!
I've been too distracted by my own stupid shit to say it, but I am so excited and happy and YAY for you, and I can't wait to see pictures of the dress and you in it and Dan and the dogwoods and all of it.
I can't wait to post pictures.
It's very strange, though. This time last year, we'd been dating for a couple of weeks; tomorrow this time, I'll have a husband and a stepson.
Whoa there, blood, stay in my head there!
I will still be Ms. Griggs though; not changing my name. I think. But he has a brother named Aaron, and two with the last name...weird. And I never thought I'd change my name anyway.
But I'm pretty sure the judge will present us as Mr and Mrs Jacobson, and I am down with that for the ceremony. We're gettin' us the Atheist/Agnostic Special!
Huh, clicky button won't work.
Anyhoo, JZ, I've felt bad for posting all my OMGFLAIL! messages whilst you and Hec are getting fucked by CaR Yeti of Doom. Poor guys. I feel ya!
I can't wait to send pix!!
BTW, can I share my foreclosure freak out cute romantic story? I'm wigging the hell out last weekend on all the mortage refinacning fuckery and all "...And I can't plan the wedding if I don't know if we'll live here. WAHHHAAAH." And he leans in and holds me hands.
"Darlin'," he sat seriously, "You're very smart and I'm not stable..." at which I started laughing hysterically. He manfully went on "but I just want to BE married to you as soon as possible. I want you to have your wedding, but I really just want to be married to you."
