I’m not sure if this person wanted blogish recognition (well, knowing her, she didn’t want it, but I’m not sure if she’d mind) so I’m leaving names out of it, but Lala and I got the gift of a sheep.
Also: Those of you kindest, sweetest human beans who have sent us gifts, please know that it’s just because I’ve been flying through the hours busier than I’ve ever been that I haven’t blogged each and every giddy box-opening. We do get giddy and then we fight over who gets to use the salt grinder/oil-vinegar cruet first. (That oil and vinegar cruet? Shoulda been me using it first. Just saying. Ask Lala to explain. No, it’s not broken! It’s just drying.) And this: If you did send us something, would you please send me your address? Pretty please? I mean it. I want your address.
Weird. It just dumped rain for about thirty seconds. Now it’s over.
The house is CLEAN! Lala’s parents will see the house for the first time today, and my parents will see it furnished for the first time. I’m so proud and excited.
And tomorrow, well. Tomorrow. I can’t wait.
Oh! I just realized I can tell you this, since I’m going to preblog this to post later than I’m writing it. Friday morning Lala thinks she’s running errands with me (Costco, Trader Joe’s, Longs, all the things I’ve been busting my ass to finish so she won’t have to) and then getting her hair cut. But what she doesn’t know is this: I’ve moved her hair appointment and we’re going out to breakfast at 10, just the two of us, Merrit Bakery down by the lake. Then we’re going to Piedmont Springs at 11 for a half-hour hot tub (I hope it rains, I love hot tubs in the rain) and then at 11:30 we both have a 75 minute massage. Nope, we can’t afford it, but I have an old gift certificate to blow there, and I think it’s worth it. Time for us to relax and NOT THINK about the wedding (can I do that? I’m not sure. I’ll try) and chill out. This idea came from readers, and I thank you. I always thank my readers.
Because out of all the readers in the whole world, I have the very best ones.