So although I feel as if I’ve been farting silk organza for the past six months planning this wedding (not complaining), I’ve really gotten down to it lately. I’m talking about calling/emailing vendors, and anyone who knows me personally knows how much I hate communication. After all, my -1 year anniversary is coming up (August 7), along with my birthday (August 5). To celebrate, I’ve made a Lizt of things I’d like for you to get me: (more…)
So my dear friend Zephyr is usually a counselor at Girl Scout Camp right about this time of year, but decided to take this summer off to explore herself. To join the Peace Corps. To write a cookbook. Catch up on school and take a few classes at MTSU. To avoid cleaning my house, and because I missed her, I wrote her a letter the other day on one of those giant pieces of papers they wrap your fragile stuff in when you buy it. In this case, it was a flower pot.
And Zephyr, please don’t read this until you get the letter, as that would defeat the purpose of the letter.
Anywho, here is the letter:
So I noticed that my previous blog, the Bonnaroo Blog, received a lot of negative feedback. If any of you old school Monday Bears recall the Great Obesity Fiasco, as it will hereon out be formally named, I am obligated to make fun of any gramatical or logical mistakes in aforementioned Bag of Dicks posts. Sorry, it’s policy. (more…)