Yesterday marked 6 months until the wedding. Sarge and I celebrated by opening some sparkly from the engagement party and watching a double-bill of The Usual Suspects and Mixed Nuts. Guess which one was my choice. And. We were also toasting the the fact that I quit my job on Friday. Although I prefer the term ‘left voluntarily’. See, the giant stresshead I mentioned in my last post kinda exploded. The first flowery boot dropped on Thursday night at a…
I have a confession to make. I have not been planning/dreaming of my wedding since I was six years old. There are no scrapbooks, files, dog-eared wedding magazines from the ‘80’s. The first and only time I made any kind of short-lived scrapbook, I glued my fingers together. True story. Two and a half years ago, I began to picture myself married. To Sarge. Being married, that is. Not the wedding. And so, when we began to discuss what the…
