So it occurred to RHS and I on Sunday as we were shoveling awesome breakfasty goodness into our mouths having a nice Brunch Date to belatedly celebrate our 5 years of being a Team [That’s how we think of ourselves, as a Team. We even have a team name and a secret handshake. That’s okay. Take a moment. It will still be true when you re-read it.] that we were less than a year away from our big come and celebrate the permanence of our relationship and bring us presents¹ party.
So yeah, we’re wedding² planning.
I know that this will be a surprise, but… I have not been planning my wedding since I was a little girl. I’ve been planning it, seriously planning it, since Sunday.
RHS and I made lists and talked about options and made more lists and suddenly it occurred to me that I might end up with one of those god-awful wedding binders and began to panic a little bit, but then I calmed myself down by telling myself that if I had to have a wedding binder then I’d have to buy a new wedding messenger bag to carry the binder and that and the Bloody Mary made me feel a lot better. That, and the thought that a god-awful wedding binder is kind of a tiny cost to pay to get hitched to RHS.
So yeah… wedding planning.
This means that every now and then there will be a post about the planning stages. Posts like, Why can’t we just throw your ethics out of the window so that I can have that nice diamond ring, hunny? Or the inevitable: People need mini-cheeseburgers more than they need crudites. It’s a fact.
I hope that you (and RHS) can bear with me.
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¹Go look at the loading graphics of KitchenAid.com. Those are kind of dirty, right?
²Maine has a big vote on Question 1 coming up. Get out the word to your friends in Maine to show up and vote NO on Question 1 on November 3rd.