So wedding dress shopping was not the disaster I had feared it would be yesterday.  The place I went was far better than the first shop.  I even found four dresses I really liked, and put two on hold so that my Mom can see them when she gets to town next week.

It’s hard though–being in a big ol’ dressing room, with a big ol’ mirror and standing there in a bustier (the first time I’d ever worn one and I am not impressed, though I do understand now why women used to pass out in similar contraptions) and slip.  All of a sudden, every single flaw seems like it has a big neon arrow going “look!  Look at this scar on your leg!  And look! Look at this friz on the top of your head!  Look! Look at your GIANT BUTT!”  Even when I smiled I thought “ew, are those really my teeth?”

The thing is, there are all sorts of things that I want to fix and things that I could fix if I took the time to worry about them on a day to day basis.  I *could* start wearing makeup to cover up the blotchiness of my skin and the dark shadows under my eyes that are there even when I’m not tired.  I could go lay out by the pool (slathered in sunscreen of course) and try to even out my skin tone and lessen the chances that I will have a farmer tan at my wedding.  I could go to a proper stylist and use higher end products on my hair instead of buying the cheapest shampoo and conditioner and going to Great Clips (though, honestly, I haven’t had a haircut since 2007, no lie).

The one thing I would absolutely change, if I had the disposable income, would be my teeth.  While I am kind of opposed to cosmetic surgery in a vague way, I am absolutely in favor of cosmetic dentistry.  No joke.  Look, I’ll freely admit that until I hit my late teens I was more than lax in the dental hygiene department.  I HATED brushing my teeth (no, I do not know why, but seriously? I hated it).  I would give them a quick swipe and call it good.  So, you know, I’ve had more than a normal person’s fair share of cavities.  Most of my teeth have fillings in them.  On top of this, I had braces TWICE, which made them very weak and even more susceptible to damage.

Once I hit my twenties and realized that “oh crap, I totally can’t afford a dentist anymore, I need to work to keep these choppers healthy or I’m screwed” I went to town.  I use two different types of extra healthy care toothpaste–one for daytime, one for nighttime, both whitening.  I have a special “extra clean” toothpaste that I use the recommended once a week.  I have a waterpik.  I have Listerine and Act.  Really, sometimes I feel like I’m overdoing it.  And yet–there are still spots on my teeth and spaces where, because of the damage done by years of poor habits and orthodontic glue, dirt and other buildups are happening and I can’t do anything about them.  Frankly, it’s embarrassing.

I know that fixing my teeth completely is going to cost a zillion dollars and I know that I should start saving now but sometimes, sometimes I think, why not just get them fixed cosmetically?  Why not just get dental veneers?  Would it be so bad?  Wouldn’t it be nice to smile big and not immediately think “oh shoot I don’t want them to see my crappy teeth!”

I know that cosmetic fixes like veneers won’t totally fix the problems, but it would be nice to smile and know that my smile is nice and white and free of ickiness.  I would like to see a photo of my smiling face and not immediately zone in on the problems. I would like to smile and not worry that the person sitting opposite me is thinking “ew, what is WRONG with her teeth?”  My friends insist that they don’t even notice the problems until I point the problems out to them.  But you know, they’re my friends.  They have to say that.

What about you?  If you had the money would you go the cosmetic dentistry route?

Every once in a while I think of writing a really ranty post.  A really “oh my god this makes me so mad” post.  But that post is almost always about a specific person (though the specific person can change) and even though that specific person may not currently read this blog, the day I post what I would really like to say about whichever person I need to vent about is the day that that person would start reading this blog.

And then? I would get in trouble. Potentially big trouble, depending on the situation.

Believe me, it is beyond frustrating that I cannot be as open and honest about things on this blog as I would like to be.  I would love to say “hey, this is making me really mad at this particular moment in time.”  At the same time, I have trust issues, so opening up like that is kind of hard for me.  Which makes it kind of weird that I still blog since, you know, blogging is all about “putting it out there.”

So here, without further ado, is some vaugeosity:

Someone said something to someone else, who told me about it because it stressed that person out and now I’m all worked up about it because nobody is at home to vent to and even if there was someone around to vent to, I probably shouldn’t vent about it because it could get back to the person I need to vent about and that person likes to stir the pot and create a whole bunch of drama.  But the person I need to vent about is stressing out someone I care about and I can’t do or say much about it because if I voice my displeasure to the person I care about, that person will get upset because that person holds the first person in really high esteem and does not like to have the first person criticized even though the first person TOTALLY DESERVES THE CRITICISM and I kind of want to punch the first person in the nads (gonads: available in male and female! Yay for the totally non-committal body part in which to get punched when someone wants to punch you somepace besides your face and still have it hurt really really badly while not having to give away your gender!).

There.  Wow, you know?  I still feel kind of better!

So I got roughly two hours of sleep last night and normally that would send most sensible people running for the hills, I have to say that, surprisingly, I felt really good this morning when the alarm finally went off.

It was kind of like being in my very own bizarro world for a while.

I did end up crashing at about nine this morning and took a two hour nap and can I just say? I have the weirdest dreams when I take morning naps.  Seriously.

This particular dream came about after I got a text message from Will begging me to bring one of his textbooks to campus after my nap (which is not as annoying as it sounds since I had planned on heading downtown to return books to the library).  I do not know what to make of it:

I had packed my backpack full of all of the books that I needed to take back to the library and I thought I had Will’s textbook and the bag? It was CRAZY heavy.  Oh my god.  So I took the train into downtown and as soon as I got off the train I realized that I did not actually have Will’s textbook with me and that I needed to take the train all the way back home to get it.  This, as you could imagine, did not please me–not just because it meant an extra forty minutes of my time getting chewed up, but because it meant that I had to take myself and my heavy ass backpack across the tracks to catch the return train.  This was a perilous endeavor because it was a raised train stop and a storm had blown a bunch of crap onto the tracks and platforms and I couldn’t tell where the edges of the platforms were.  So of course, I get across the tracks without getting hit by a train only to immediately lose my footing and fall ass backward into a giant mud puddle.  This puddle was crazy deep and my backpack was way too heavy and I couldn’t get it off and for a minute I was afraid I would drown because the mud puddle was deep enough that I could fall really far down into it–think Meredith Grey drowning in Puget Sound deep mud puddle action.  Except then, somehow I was out of the puddle and standing, dripping in thick mud, in front of a community center with showers.  And I decided that I wanted to shower all of the mud off before I went back to the train stop and started home.  This?  would have been a wise decision except that the “private shower stalls” did not have locking doors and whenever I would start to…disrobe, Kevin Pollack would stick his face in and be all “hey, whatcha doin?” and trying to sneak a peek of some boobie action.  Or something.  And I ended up not being able to take a proper shower but had to shower in my clothing (and backpack for some reason) and it wasn’t a productive shower at all.  And then I woke up.

I swear to God, the first thought I had upon waking up was not “wow, that was a weird dream” but “eff you Kevin Pollack and your peeping tom tendencies! What the hell?!?”  And even though it makes no sense, I have somehow stayed incredibly pissed off at Kevin Pollack all day.

Thoughts?

So.  The grill got put together.  And Will graciously gave me the “inaugural grill” so I made chicken.  I have never grilled anything in my life (I’ve only been on the eating end of this particular style of cooking) and you know what? They turned out super awesomely good.  So good.  Oh my god we are going to grill all the time.

Except we already broke our “okay, except for my birthday we are going to try not to go out to eat anymore.”

Wait! Let me explain!

Will is pretty good friends with one of the cashiers he works with.  We have gone out with her and her husband before so when she asked Will if he would help them move this weekend of course he said yes.  That is what we spent Sunday doing.  Okay, technically Will helped them move.  I was brought along “for company” and to keep people entertained.  I did no heavy lifting whatsoever but Will and the rest of the guys? They moved two U-Haul loads full of stuff across Hillsboro.  And some of it was incredibly heavy and both locations had stairs.  I? Sat in the kitchens of both places with our friend and her best friend (who is now my friend too–I like making new friends!) and wrapped dishes and talked story and made jokes.

Can I just say?  I am absolutely without a doubt three hundred percent jealous of our friends’ new place.  They managed to find a house in a new subdivision that was renting for less than a thousand a month.  It’s has two floors, three bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, a small bonus room (den/formal living room/whatever else you can do with a 10×10 open space) downstairs, a laundry room with a washer and dryer already in them, a ton of storage space and a two car garage.  If there was a public transit stop even remotely near the subdivision I have no doubt that Will and I would be finding ways to justify the expense of moving there.

As it is…well, you know how it goes.  When you help someone move into an awesome new place you start daydreaming about how you would arrange your furniture in there and what you would do for decorations.  And because you don’t have any money at all and cannot afford to even daydream about moving any time soon, you start to daydream about ways to improve your current location…and, of course, all of the new improvements cost money as well.  So there is a lot of frustrated daydreaming going on over here.  But it helps us talk about what we want in a new place and where we hope to relocate to (we both really really love our neighborhood and hope we can find a nicer place in the same general location when we are ready to move again).  And, of course, we keep catching each other looking at local real estate listings.

*Sigh*  So many fun things to daydream about.  So little money to make any of the daydreams come true.

After spending all day helping our friends move, none of us was in any shape to actually go home and cook, so we all went out to Red Robin together and kind of stayed there until the manager told us that they were closing.  And? It was really nice to just spend a few hours hanging out and “chillaxing” with friends.  And? Every time we come home from something like that we talk about how awesome it would be to have something resembling a social life and people to get together with and in a few days we’ll be back to our usual “I just want a lazy weekend” selves.

Today was spent hanging on the couch.  We turned on the TNT Bones marathon and I got a bunch of writing done while Will played his game.  Will grilled steak for us for dinner (yummm).  Hopefully tonight we’ll get to bed at a decent hour because tomorrow is an early day.

So yeah–we have “we want a new place!” stars in our eyes and we already broke our “we won’t go out to eat” promise but still? It was a good weekend.

I cannot remember how it came up yesterday but somehow Will and I got to talking about our finances.  It is no secret that we are not the richest kids on the block.  We are okay with this.  We don’t mind shopping at WinCo for the cheaper stuff or opting to stay at home all weekend instead of seeing a couple of movies or going on a road trip.  We like to daydream about winning the lottery but at the same time we’re glad that it hasn’t happened because of all of the greedy bastards that would come out of the woodwork asking for loans.

At the same time it sucks to hear about friends who go out and buy a new car like its no big deal, or to talk to someone who says “it’s only a thousand bucks” like a thousand bucks isn’t any sort of huge amount of money.  And that stupid green envy monster rears its head when I read about all of the fun other people are having while I sit at home and hope that my automatic Netflix payment won’t come out until after a client’s payment has made it into the bank.

Oh yeah and we have this little thing called a wedding to pay for (but that is a whole other post).

Anyway, Will and I were sitting around the house yesterday talking about how nice it would be to be able to afford to do cool and fun stuff… and how we both want to get in shape.  At some point we started talking about how we need to grow up and not give in to the urge to go to a fast food joint because we are too lazy to cook for ourselves and how we should start eating healthier food and exercising instead of sitting on our asses on our days off, etc.

And somehow this led to the decision to purchase a grill.

Yes, I know, we have a balcony but (until last night) had no barbecue or grill?!?  What kind of Americans are we??

We were talking about how the best way for us to save money right now right here is to stop going out to eat because we’re too lazy to cook and at the same time we both started bemoaning our lack of grill status.  Will was unhappy about not having a grill because he actually likes to grill and prefers the taste of grilled food to fried or anything else (I suspect that the playing with an open flame might also have something to do with it).  I was unhappy because the weather is (finally) heating up and the idea of having to spend the hot season cooking over a hot stove and oven was wholly unappealing.  It’s why we ate out so much last summer, because it was too damn hot to cook.  Seriously, who wants to stand next to a 375 degree oven and a boiling pot of pasta when it’s 95 degrees out?

Solution?  We needed a grill.

Yes, we solved our “I wish we could afford to go shopping for fun stuff” woes with going shopping for something fun.

We gave ourselves a budget of $200 and then spent an hour driving around and drooling over the bigger grills (the three and four burner grills) that came in at $199.99 but ultimately decided on a smaller size with the agreement to “upgrade” when we moved somewhere with more space and actually started having something of a social life.  Why buy a huge grill when we never have anyone over?   We ended up at Fred Meyer.  The store was having a sale on grills and we chose a small propane grill (that I have just now decided to name Chuck which makes Will scared of ever letting me name our kids) with two burners.  It is the perfect size for our balcony and us.  It was also a good $75 cheaper than everything else we were looking at, which left room in the budget for barbecue tongs and brushes and stuff.

Also?  Everything we bought was on sale and I found a store coupon that gave us an extra 10% off of everything, so we ended up buying the grill and the utensils and the cover for $120.  I am kind of proud that we did use the entire budget that we had allotted ourselves.

Also also can I just tell you that the Fred Meyer by our house has the most god awful customer service?  E-gad with the slowness!  I didn’t know that the “oh crap a customer” attitude went beyond the borders of their deli!  When our cashier took our grill slip thing and called to the back she ended up having a big ol’ conversation about future sales before getting around to asking about our particular grill model.  Then she said “okay he’ll bring it up” when what she meant to say was “meet him at the merchandise pick up in the back” (I found this out after standing at the front for a while and not seeing a single employee come anywhere near us).  Then when we went to the back, we had to wait for the guy to sloooooooooowly wander around the back room and scan a few different grill boxes before telling us that all of the boxes with our particular model were out on the sales floor, so we had to drive back around and meet him in the sales area and it just took forever.  And nary a “sorry this took so long” to be had.

But! We have a grill!  It is sitting in its box waiting for Will to put it together and then tonight we are going to have grilled chicken and salad for dinner.

Our grill is not without some consequences.  The only way I could justify spending the money was to put a kibosh on the eating out for the summer (except for my birthday).  Our goal is to go the entire summer without going out to eat more than once a month.  Will wants once a week, but I want to recover the cost of the grill.  Do I think we will be able to do it? Probably not.  But it is good to have a goal!

Our other goal is to really get the most food and stuff we need for our money.  I have two shelves in our bedroom closet that are empty–those could be used to stock up on non-perishables when they go on sale.  I also kind of like coupon cutting and hunting for deals so I am going to do that more often (and try to actually remember to take them to the store).

I’m also thinking that we should try an experiment with our shopping.  Usually we just go to WinCo.  It’s a mile from the apartment so we figure that the money we save in gas not driving all over the place is made up for in WinCo’s regularly cheap prices.  It’s also convenient to not have to drive to three or four stores to get all of the grocery shopping done.  I’m wondering if we really are saving money that way.  I wonder if truly shopping the sales wouldn’t more than make up for the cost in gas to get everywhere.  I don’t know if I can convince Will to take part in this experiment, but it’s worth a try. Admittedly, this would be easier to do if I had my driver’s license (but more on how lame I am later).

Plus, you know, all of our new found frugality (provided we don’t toss it all to the wind in a week) will make for good blog material.

But the point is: We have a grill!

Today has been filled with laundry.  I kind of said “eff it” last week when laundry day came around (it might have had something to do with not wanting to go get quarters) so today I had two weeks of laundry to do!  This means that there were seven loads of laundry waiting to be washed, dried, folded and put away.

Look at me typing away as if I had anything more to do with the washing and the drying than simply shoving the clothing into a machine and pressing a button.

I started at about noon.  I still have one load that has yet to see the inside of the washer.  Still though, after doing all of this laundry I feel like I got something real accomplished today.  Obviously my work schedule got thrown completely off course by appointments and book signings (and laundry) but on the Suzy Q Homemaker front I feel quite accomplished.

Is it weird that quite a lot of my sense of self worth comes from how much I get done on any given day?

In other news, I’m still mulling over my thoughts surrounding the Jen Lancaster book signing.  Don’t you worry–that event was crazy super fantastic fun and I am already looking forward to the next one.  I keep remembering stories that got told and having a good chuckle.  The thoughts that have surfaced have more to do with me, my goals, blah blah blah.  They are twirling about kind of half formed in my brain and not quite ready to be examined yet.  If my brain were a pensieve, I would have just added the thought spaghetti to the water.  I’m sure if I let it all cook together for a while I’ll get something coherent out of it.

Plus, somehow I cannot manage to think deep thoughts and do laundry at the same time.  It’s probably because having to get up to switch the loads out every thirty eight minutes is not exactly conducive to real thinking (or working really).

When you can’t decide how to start your “I haven’t blogged in a couple of days maybe I should do something about that” blog post I am discovering that, sometimes, the best method to get the creative bloggy juices flowing is to simply don some headphones (this is especially important if you are trying to blog in the same room as someone who needs quiet to do his homework) and crank up the tunes.  Tunes always help with the blogging even if your blogging tunage is provided by, um, The Vengaboys.

I just lost street cred points didn’t I?

For the record I had my iTunes on shuffle for a good thirty minutes trying to decide how to approach tonight’s blog entry and nothing seemed to fit the vibe I wanted until “Boom Boom Boom” by Vengaboys came blaring into my ears.  And you thought your taste in music was questionable.

Last night was Jen Lancaster’s book signing at Powell’s and can I just say?  That I really needed to spend a couple of hours with my best friend laughing at funny stories told by one of my favorite authors.  It totally cheered me up and is pretty much what kept me from cancelling today’s consultation with a potential caterer (and I’m really really glad I kept that appointment but more on that later).  I want to write all about the reading but that will probably have to wait until tomorrow’s blog post.

People? My dress appointment? It is a good thing I did not go last Thursday.  The appointment did not go well.  But I will give the saleswoman some credit.  She is a master at the insult grenade.  It took me a little while to realize that I was being insulted.  Badly insulted.  My appointment? Lasted exactly fifteen minutes (because that’s how long it took me to get fed up and flee).  It was totally not worth the hour of public transit travel that it took to get there.

I walked in and was greeted warmly.  “This won’t be so bad, these ladies seem perfectly friendly” I thought.  For about twenty seconds.  “Yeah, we’re not going to be able to help you.  You probably won’t find a dress in time anywhere.” Was the response I got after telling my “consultant” our wedding date.  I probably should have just pivoted and walked out but instead I explained that I knew that I wouldn’t be able to order anything special but that I was interested in taking a look at what they had on their racks and maybe getting some hints.

“We only stock dresses in normal girl sizes” was the response I got.  No kidding.

Then she managed to shoot down all of the ideas I had for my own wedding dress. Cap sleeves? They’d make my arms look terrible! Simple A-line? No no no, not for my shape!  Then she spent a few minutes showing me the worlds most hideous dresses.  Lots of champagne colors and applique crap: big ol’ beads, sequins and rhinestones and superfluous stitching “to help mask all of your flaws!” she would explain with each new dress she took down.

Then she told me that the only kind of dress that I would look good in would be something with a severe empire waist “but be sure to get some padding for your breasts” because it would help make me look taller and the flow of the dress (except for the padded and fitted bodice of course) would make me look taller and hide most of my body.

Here is the thing.  This woman? Was a pro.  She was an onlder lady and she said all of these things in this sweetish tone with a smile on her face like she felt so sorry for me and, no kidding, for a minute I almost wanted to apologize for my (apparently) freakish ugliness.  It took a minute for me to get good and mad.  But I decided that instead of saying “you’re awfully judgmental for a seventy year old woman whose cheeks have been stapled up behind her ears” like I wanted to, I just said “well thanks for your time.  I need to get going” and left.  Sure I would have felt better if I had told her off but at the same time I just wanted to get out of there.

I left and then spent a few hours bumming around downtown while I waited for it to be time for the book signing.  I explored the mall, thought about and decided against getting a Voodoo Doughnut (I didn’t have any cash on me) and then decided that spending a few quality hours in a book store would be just the ticket so I went to Powell’s hours early.

On the way there?  I saw a topless woman walking on Burnside.  Yep.

I was walking up Burnside toward Powell’s and I saw a group of people about a block and a half away.  There were two taller guys and one younger….dude?  I stood at the corner of Burnside and something waiting for the light to change and watched this……dude? and his buddies get closer and I have to admit at first I was kind of impressed.  “That old guy has some major man-boobs!” I thought to myself with a chuckle.  Then as they approached the other side of the intersection I thought “Wow, those are….wait.  Is that a girl?”  The light changed and as we passed each other in the intersection I realized that “Holy Crap! That is a WOMAN walking through downtown without a shirt on!”

What can I say? The crew cut and black socks fooled me!

I sent a text message to Twitter and Will and it took exactly one minute for Will to send me a text message back begging me to take a picture.

I would be lying if I said that the thought hadn’t already crossed my mind.  But here’s the thing.  My camera is equipped with a really loud “shutter click” sound.  And the lens is sensitive so you actually have to take a second to focus the camera or the picture will turn out blurry.  There was no way to stealthily take a picture of her or I totally would have.

Not that there is anything wrong with the female form and there are times (especially when the temperatures outside reach triple digits) that I bemoan the fact that men are allowed to walk around in public without a shirt on while woman are not but I do not think I would have the balls to actually challenge this.  My boobies? Are happiest when shrouded in protective layers of bra and clothing.

But still:  Topless Woman sighting in downtown! In the middle of the afternoon! (There are enough bars in that area that I imagine this becomes less of an anomaly as the night goes on)

In other appointment news:

Today was my consultation with the potential catering company and can I just say?  I really hope that we are able to afford them (I’ll have to wait a couple of days for their initial budget proposal) because I had a thoroughly enjoyable meeting.  The company is run by people who all seem to be about my age and the guy I talked to seemed really easy to work with.  He was patient and asked a ton of questions about what I had in mind and made sure to tell me that the ideas I had were right up their alley and that the price for everything was negotiable.  I kind of wanted to hang out there for a while because the people all seemed so nice.

Will isn’t thrilled with the idea of hiring a caterer for a burgers and picnic type reception but as no one we know owns a big grill and we would both feel funny about putting a family member in charge of feeding everyone after they had already travelled a long way to be there…so…there you go.  We might not end up hiring caterers at all and opt for a “whatever you can find at the grocery store” kind of reception (which could also end up being fun) but if we can afford them I want to hire these guys just because they were so nice and helpful and easy (so far) to work with.

The wedding dress shop lady could learn quite a lot from these guys is all I’m sayin’.

Another weekend of lying around and hanging out with Will is rapidly coming to a close and I think I’m okay with that.  I am looking forward to not having to get up early tomorrow.  We had planned to sleep in today but Will’s Dad called at about 9:30 which would have felt like sleeping in if we hadn’t been awake until almost three because something on World of Warcraft was taking longer than Will thought it would.  So…yeah.  Our big “yay we get to sleep a lot!” ended up being, at most, six and a half hours.  Oops.  I made up for it by taking a nap at noon.  (I did not mean to take that nap but it served its purpose)

Tomorrow is going to be a busy busy day.  Obviously I have work to get done–and I have to get it all done in the morning because my rescheduled wedding dress appointment is at two.  I am going to take an Advil PM tonight so that my stress level surrounding this event will not keep me awake all night.  I cannot be tired and cranky tomorrow because, in addition to having to get a lot done and trying on wedding dresses (which could end up being a five minute appointment depending on whether or not Tower Bridal lives up to its ginormous list of bad reviews on Google), tomorrow is the Jen Lancaster book signing at Powell’s!

I am beyond excited to go see Jen Lancaster again.  Her book signing last year was too much fun and I have a feeling that Jen’s brand of humor will be exactly what I need after trying on wedding dresses and being all stressed out.  I still don’t know whether or not I will stand in line to have my book signed (probably not) but just going and listening to her read and answer questions will be awesome.  I have looked forward to this event since it was announced.  Yay for book signings!

Because the bridal shop is close to downtown and the book signing is at Powell’s, I’m pretty sure I’ll just spend the rest of my afternoon hanging out downtown.  I’ll probably return some books to the library, grab a late lunch and just wander.  Or, you know, get to Powell’s really really early and spend my afternoon reading.  Either option is appealing.

Tuesday I am meeting for a free consultation with a caterer.  I don’t really like the idea of hiring a caterer since what we really want is to just do a big potlucky picnic kind of reception but I like the idea of being able to serve burgers and hot dogs if we want to and I do not know how to organize such a thing without involving a caterer as we do not own a grill or the means to transport a grill even if we did own one (larger than the tiny “sit on top of your kitchen table” size that is).  I don’t think I’ll actually hire the person but I want to pick his brain and get ideas to help make feeding the guests more feasible.

Speaking of wedding stuff, I will probaby start putting together our wedding invitation template this week as well.  I am imagning this will involve a few hours of me swearing profusely at Photoshop.

But still–the most important event tomorrow: Jen Lancaster’s book signing! Yay!

I have decided to give myself a “cool if I do, cool if I don’t” day.  This means that if I do get some work done, yay! Good for me! And if I don’t get any work done but spend the day on the couch napping and watching television? That’s okay too because it? Has been a really long week.  Getting up so early every day and then trying to nap to get the rest of my eight hours gets old after a while.  Plus I got a bunch of stuff done earlier this week so I’m not in any danger of falling behind.

Our week of “rise and shine” at 6 in the morning is almost over.  I know that makes me sound like a spoiled brat and trust me I remember having to get up at 6:30 every morning vividly and people? That was one of the reasons I decided to do freelance work.  Mornings are not really my favorite time.  I understand that someday I’ll be subject to the sleeping patterns of my own kids.  But that is a ways off and I reserve my right to bitch about mornings until then (and possibly after because seriously! not getting enough sleep sucks!).

Poppy has taken to stealing my cell phone when I’m not looking and playing with it and using it as a pillow for naps.  I don’t get a lot of calls on the thing so I don’t mind but I do sometimes get a kick out of calling my cell phone from the house phone and watching her try to figure out where the noise is coming from.  Because, internally, I am five. It is this same part of me that makes me giggle whenever I see anything having to do with towns or roads named “Butte.”

The Grey’s Anatomy season finale? Holy crap. Holy. Crap.  Okay A) I really needed that cry but B) it hit a wee bit close to home.  I don’t want to say why because I know there are readers who haven’t watched it yet.  But when you watch it, have a soft and fluffy towel near by because the kleenex might not cut it.  Of course, not all of you are big ol’ saps like me but…wow.  Just. Wow.

The Numb3rs season finale is tonight!

I rescheduled my wedding dress appointment for Monday.  Hear me out.

This week has been one night after another of not getting enough sleep.  Most mornings I take a nap after Will leaves for work/school to keep the bad mood at bay but that just didn’t seem to happen today due to a conflagration of events that, because I am not well rested felt quite a bit like a Universal Conspiracy to Piss Me Off.

I am not in a good mood.  This is not a good day to do any sort of clothes shopping, let alone dress shopping.  This is a day for pouting on the couch and being grouchy (until Grey’s Anatomy tonight which looks like it has the power to make me cry uncontrollably for a couple of hours which, honestly, feels kind of like what I really need right now).

When I told Will I was thinking of rescheduling the appointment he told me that I should keep the current appointment and “just get it over with.”

For future reference to all you men out there: the phrase “just get it over with” should never ever be used in any sort of association with any part of the wedding planning even when your future bride is well rested and in a good mood and it should exit your vocabulary completely when your bride to be is stressed out, tired and cranky. Seriously.

So, yeah.  I rescheduled the appointment for Monday afternoon.  This will give me the weekend to catch up on sleep regain some semblance of a good mood and calm the frack down.

To her credit, the lady at the shop I was going to go to was very friendly and thanked me profusely for actually calling to reschedule instead of just not showing up (apparently this is a trend).

So, yeah.  I kind of chickened out (or was possibly very responsible and smart).  Cluck cluck cluck.