So after a 3 day absence from real life and thus my chores I went into the kitchen today and did all my dishes. Not that there were many, we are a small family. Yet still catching up to my chores with my daughter around and tending to my job as well, it's a full days work. I still have yet to wash the floor since Friday and I think I forgot some laundry in the Dryer on Saturday. *yawn*
Aside from my return to chores there was the forced realization of just how much the phones have been ringing this week...and how much time I've been on them. All three of my phones died spontaneously tonight! GAH!
Another self-realization was that I shouldn't headbang with my daughter no matter how excited I am to be engaged or how cute Willow Smith is. My neck...it kills me right now! I'll leave the hair whipping to my daughter from now on!!!
Lastly I need sleep, I'm getting wedding color inspiration from everything now. Earlier today, while my fiancée was rubbing my sore, whiplashed neck, I saw my painted finger nails and toenails next to each other. My toes have a dark pink wine color and the fingers are a lighter shade of pink. I bragged my flexibility as I lifted my foot over my head and asked him, "Honey, what do you think of these for the wedding colors." Bless him he didn't mock or tease, mostly because he could never lift his foot like that, he simply grunted, "I ah na" and made with the lotion for my shoulders.
I didn't expect to get quite this excited about the prospect of a wedding but now that we've put a title to everything it just seems more real.
I have drawn one conclusion and am glad to be arriving at a level of cynicism I'm more accustomed to. I found myself a little lip-curl when someone said, "So you finally got him to ask the question!" I resent that phrasing. I didn't hold his hand behind his back and demand he propose with my knee pushed into his ribs. When I told him this he laughed and said he obviously didn't get that comment but he would get the, "Finally making an honest woman out of her eh?" Since when were we foul? I didn't realize we stunk of single-life and cheap sex! I thought we were living a pretty wholesome life. Guess I was wrong.
On a serious note I know these people mean well but it's similar to the statement to the pregnant woman who is 2 weeks late, "The baby will come when it wants to." What are they trying to say? My baby doesn't want to meet me?! Thanks! Sometimes "congratulations" is a better turned phrase. ;)
Off to bed 10 minutes early tonight, that is if I can convince myself to stay off the knot shop.
Later, your hippie bride
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