I HATE MEME's (WTF does that shite stand for anyway?). I don't like reading them on other peoples blogs (I know, I know, I'm a callous beyotch) and rarely do I EVER do them. I find people much more fascinating and learn more about them though their stories then their lists.
ONLY because I feel such a strong kinship and loyalty to one of my first blog buddy/readers, Weirdgirl, am I dignifying her 'tag' with a response. ACK ACK. Weirdgirl. My dear. Know how very hard, ACK, this is for me to post. ACK ACK.
So here we go. The MEME is for me to tell you '6' weird things about myself. Only I will naturally have to change the game to whatever I want if I am to list anything. So I present to you '6' completely random, unrelated thoughts that come to me right at this moment...now.
1. I picked up my Lazaro wedding gown last night from the store. I'm not telling you which one it is...and if you know, stfu or I will crush you. The bustle is more exciting than the dress itself. I think I may walk thru the pasture to my man during the ceremony with the bustle already bustled. (GASP!) It fits like a glove and I can't put to words what it feels like to be perfectly nestled inside of 4,000 dollars worth of the finest silk you have ever felt. It is absurdly fucking brilliant! Having cups sewn into the dress was a good idea. The girls look way more excited. Vernie yelled into my dressing room that 'We need to remember to give that boy a crochet hook or he'll never get you out of this thing at the end of the night'. I could only imagine Finance drunk with his big fingers trying to carefully pluck the 80 satin looped buttons down my spine.
2. We are closing on our home next Monday and selling a good bit of our possessions this Saturday. Come next week, we will be feeling a bit stripped down. Me thinks. I can't believe this is all happening. Thanks yet again to the Vernster and Mr. Buck for allowing us to shack up in their home for the next month. We are forever indebted to them and their generosity and kindness.
3. The boy's wedding outfit is apparently complete as well. Word on the street is that he got some kind of 'bespoke' thing going on.
4. I have to get his wedding ring engraved soon. I have no idea what I am going to say inside his rang. I am so compelled to say something smart ass...but then I worry that his will be all serious...and I will feel like a retard when he reads his out loud and its all 'yo quiero tu huevos grandes' or something. Then of course the opposite could happen. I could be all serious like 'when the 5th bell rings, we will set unto the sun in eternal happiness'....and his will say 'yo quiero tu huevos mas pequenos'. We may have to have a little talk about all this engraving business. Guidelines may be necessary.
5. Speaking of gringos. Jen and I are going to have a SPANGLISH war. Not quite sure of the details yet, but we both think we are spanglish experts, and so I challenged her to a duo. There would be only one rule. No verbos. Make that two rules. No verbos and no conjugating, dammit. We would have a blog spanglish 'off' and then translate for all of you to be the judge. Winner would receive the Gringa of the Year award.
6. I want a baby girl (someday), and I want to name her Grace. Or Lola. or Lola Grace. Any combination will work. But Finance just won't have any of it. He thinks its too old. Too dusty. Too....Tea Rose. How can I convert him?
That is all.
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