A Request
Dear lady bloggers,
Please lay off of the word “swoon.” It’s a great word when used sparingly. Sort of like “fortnight” and “myriad.” (Though I prefer it in reference to a crush or love interest.) You wedding bloggers are particularly “swoon”-abusive.
There are plenty of suitable alternatives out there—test drive a few of them and then come back to “swoon” when you see something so good it hurts your insides.
Many thanks,
Megan
P.S. Those of you habitually referring to readers as “lovelies” are also trying my patience.
Coin Storage
I honestly don’t think this is big enough to handle the odd stuff D pulls out of his pockets, but it got me thinking about looking for something like it.
Emersonmade
Yes, again.
Because next week I have to sit down with a florist and tell him that while I’ve been a faithful patron all the years of my life, the only thing I probably need him to do for my wedding is make a couple of bouquets and maybe some simple flower arrangements.
It’s her fault.
My heart hurts now. In a good way.
The Most Frustrating, Nonsensical Error Message Ever
Thanks, Microsoft. NOW I’LL NEVER GET MY TIMECARD DONE.
A School Night Out in the District
Me (to D): Are you still out? No rush, just checking!
D: Yes. At gay bar. On accident. And Mike is showing the bartender his stuffed animal.
Me: Wow. I’m marrying a guy who goes to the gay bar instead of snogging his fiancée. RED FLAG.
D: Come meet us!
Me: That’s OK. You boys enjoy. I just want to know one thing: are you there with Barbara Boxer?
D: No, that was a different bar.
