Just Matched Right Up

Sorry it has been a week since I posted. Things are gross and busy. Gross like, oh find envelopes. Oh Im going to Maryland and my invitations aren't going to be printed in time. Gross like...the groom has to do all of them (with help of course). He loves it though. He loves that I wrote him a to-do list. Just so long as it involves no vacuuming. Which won't be a problem, because neither of us own a vacuum. Not a necessity for college students. . . . .

And if it makes you feel better, we are done scanning in pictures. Thank goodness.
Brad scanned for three hours one night. Without saving. Then the program froze. And we lost the pictures. Then we went to get cereal. Cookie Crisp for me. Reeses Puffs for Bradley. Sometimes I call him Bradley. Like when he says something inappropriate. Or when he isn't listening. So that's only a few hundred times a day. Just kidding, that isn't even possible.

I am not sure if he knows how big my bows were when I was little.

I'm not sure he realizes that I may be traumatized from it.

I can still remember my mom preparing me for school everyday. She would have us prepare the hair stuff. So I knew what I was doing. I knew I was picking a bow out of that bottom wooden drawer full of fluffly frilly bows. I knew what I was getting into.

He seems okay with it though. He also had problems. Like wearing his pants a tad bit too high.

But we are happy. He likes me, I like him..its a great settlement. I wish my hair was longer, he wishes he didn't have freckles. And together we console each other.

But really, I don't think he knows what he is getting into.


Well sometimes I think he does.