Knifey Bride
My 45-Day Wedding Blog
The point is, I never thought I would get married (so very boojie and not much in line with Sticking-It-To-The-Man) much less be referred to as a "new bride." There are 45 days in our life between the day we had The Conversation and when the event will occur. I am writing this blog for my own amusement, and as something that I will probably want to look back on in years to come. There will be cuss words, sarcasm and inappropriate comments that made it through the mental filter. This would be the kitchen metal sieve-type filter that was used to clean and de-stem a lot of weed in the '70s and '80s. Ha ha. I will use punctuation poorly, and excessively, because, that's how I roll. More than once I plan to explain that if you have a problem or a dilemma, South Park has an episode that explains it. And when you are lucky....very, very lucky....Inappropriate Scottish Pirate will make an appearance as a guest columnist. If any of these are not ok with you, that's cool, feel free to move on to another blog, it's America, you can do that.
My Intended, Arthur and I live in Watertown, Massachusetts. We both grew up in Boston neighborhoods, met online a bit over 5 years ago, and we've lived together in his house for the last 2 years. He's 51, 2nd marriage, and I'm 46, first marriage. We are a great fit and I am glad that we waited to jump into the deep end of the legal commitment pool. At some point, I'm sure I'll include more background/personality stuff, but right now I'm sleepy and Bob's Burgers is on tv. I like to think you could describe us as Eeyore meets Every-Character-Amy-Sedaris-Has-Ever-Played.
Monday, July 29, 2019
The other day someone at work referred to me as "about to be a new bride." Pffft. Bride?! I carry a KNIFE for f**k's sake. Okay, I don't really carry a "knife", so much as I do my mom's Swiss-Army-style gadget from the Girl Scouts in the '50s. And I suppose I don't "carry" it, but rather I keep it in my top desk drawer where its charisma won't get tarnished.
My Intended, Arthur and I live in Watertown, Massachusetts. We both grew up in Boston neighborhoods, met online a bit over 5 years ago, and we've lived together in his house for the last 2 years. He's 51, 2nd marriage, and I'm 46, first marriage. We are a great fit and I am glad that we waited to jump into the deep end of the legal commitment pool. At some point, I'm sure I'll include more background/personality stuff, but right now I'm sleepy and Bob's Burgers is on tv. I like to think you could describe us as Eeyore meets Every-Character-Amy-Sedaris-Has-Ever-Played.
We are both super low-maintenance and are planning a small wedding at his family's annual cookout on Cape Cod next month. After realizing that the internet wants to make weddings more expensive and scary than they already are, I made my own Wedding Planner. It is very practical and it has a great editing feature - I just cross out crap or write it in as I see fit.
Today I crossed "verify hair appt" and "choose cake" off the list. Yay, me.
Ok, time to sign off for today.
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