Where I Live (And where Warren will Eventually)

The lil burrow is coming together!

The No List : Crying

To avoid a blubfest I would probably have to drug myself before the wedding. So crying itself is not on the No List.  What IS on the No List is Ugly Crying.  There will be no Ugly Crying at this wedding.

That one of Britney is my favourite.

Ten Days

Ok Party People.  Let the count down begin.  Ten magical days before I let myself go completely.  Last night I made a rainbow confetti angel food cake, and Warren is not allowed to have any.

It's just air, right?

Got a Mixer, Peed My Pants

Not actually. But I Definitely squealed a bit. The Happy Bride Diet is now the Whatever-I-can-make-in-my-KitchenAidMixer Diet. Imma be a million happy pounds.

Oh that? That's me holding the mixer like my first-born. So what?

The Maybe List: Animals

I don't really "get" when weddings have animals have ring bearers, but THIS lil guy is selling the concept like a champ.

  Gaaaaaaaaaw.

Quote of Today

"Having a personal philosophy is like having a pet marmoset, because it may be very attractive when you acquire it, but there may be situations when it will not come in handy at all."

— Lemony Snicket, A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Grim Grotto




I'm hoping that this does not also apply to husbands.  (I'm looking at you, Warren.)

Top Ten Reasons Why It's Great To Marry Warren

10.  He sends me non-stop pictures of bunnies if I'm having a lame day.

9.  We have an excellent boy-girl height ratio.

8.  He lets me take pictures of him even when he's not really "feeling" it.

7.  Warren is much smarter than me, so I rarely have to explain what big words mean.

science.

6.  He knows who he is, and what's important to him apart from me.

partying

skateboarding

5.  He grows an adequate beard.

4. He can fix pretty much anything.

not with that.  that wrench is too big.

3.  This face:

2.  He is not one of those guys that pretends girls don't a) know what poo is or b) make any.

1.  We're really in love.

The Yes List : Yoga

Made a decision: gonna do yoga every day until the wedding so I can keep eating whatever I want.  Like these:

Ahm ahm ahm!

Welcome back, Happy Bride Diet!

The No List : Fire

Well?  Am I wrong?

Dude of Honour Outfitting

On Wednesday, Caleb and I hit up the mall to fetch him an ensemble for the wedding.  Since he is the Dude of Honour, he gets to wear basically whatever he wants and nobody can say anything about it.  Bride's Boy Privilege.  

these are the shoes i wore while i waited for caleb to pick me up.

this is the empty bottle of gin that some hobo left on the front steps of my building.  

these are caleb's feet.

 this is how dope caleb will look at the wedding.

Kissing

I don't typically condone pictures of couples kissing.  It's like watching people eat really closely: just awkward.  But every now and again a photographer will snap a kiss that makes me wish I was sandwiched in there somewhere so I could be a part of the magic.  Just incase there is a chance that Amanda Gallant can immortalize some magic between us, I am going to let Warren kiss me all day.

Max Wanger really is an artist.