Aug
10
2009

Labor of Love

May I give you a piece of advice? I think you'll find it fairly useful. If you are considering becoming engaged, I would suggest that you become engaged to a designer. Sure, a stockbroker might make you rich and a doctor might make you healthy---or at least treat you to a little free liposuction now and then---but a designer? Well, a designer will, when the time comes, make you some really kickass wedding invitations.  

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Aug
13
2009

So You Think You Can Dance? No, We Most Certainly Do Not

Sean and I took a dance lesson yesterday, which is a sentence I never thought I'd write. Seriously, a dance lesson: can you imagine? In our normal everyday lives, we are the people who sway like Junior High paramours when forced onto a dance floor together, feet shuffling awkwardly, hands clenched sweatily, grimaces firmly in place until the song finally ends three million years later. 

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Aug
27
2009

What I'd Say If We Were Writing Our Own Vows

I, Holly, take you, Sean, to be my lawfully wedded husband. I swear, in front of all our friends and family, that I will never abbreviate that to "hubs" or "hubby," not even ironically. I promise to thank you when you bring me coffee in the mornings and set it on my bedside table so it's there when I get out of the shower, when you clean the litter tray after Charlie has eaten something that didn't, shall we say, agree with him, and when you get up at 6am for the street cleaner and move that stupid car I never drive.

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Aug
27
2009

All The Wedding You Can Eat

I might as well tell you that all you're going to get around these parts for the next week or so is wedding-related stuff, and I'm sorry for that, but at least you've been warned. Because my wedding is in eight---count 'em, eight---days, Internet, and if you're thinking "boy, time sure has flown," rest assured that I am thinking it too. Oh wait, did I say thinking? I meant HOWLING.

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