Love is in the air

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Since it's a lovey-dovey kind of day, I'll give you an update on us two love birds. We officially have a wedding date and location. We're getting married on June 9, 2007 at my old high school in Norfolk, Virginia. Before you get images of my throwing the bouquet through the basketball hoop, we're renting the refectory, garden area and the covered areas surrounding them. It will be lovely, I promise.

We are in the midst of finalizing our guest list, which is rather extensive but relatively low drama. Rich's mother asked what color dress my mother was wearing (apparently my mom gets first dibs on a color?) but I have yet to even pick a dress myself, so all that will come with time.

is going to be our officiant and we're ridiculously excited about that. is my home girl and Rich's brother Lee is his best man. Everyone else, just relax and have a good time unless told otherwise. Children are invited and should have to work hard to get fidgety or bored.

There will be alcohol, catered food, lots of music, a dance floor and fresh flowers. The rest I'm not really worried about.

Now just to figure out everyone's addresses and modern last name spellings so we're not addressing envelopes to Lord Arglebargle ap Hispop and Lady Heywhatsherface ArnDudersdottir.

I'm not going in the kitchen 'til spring

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I'm super-whiny tonight. Like come home and throw myself on the bed, kicking my arms and legs, lamenting that I'm hungry and there's nothing to eat kind of whiny. (We have tons of food in the kitchen, by the way, but it's all stupid and ugly.) The only solution was to go to our local Mexican restaurant and drown my sorrows in salsa and chorizo sausage.

A few hours after we got home, I wandered into the kitchen to fix my blood sugar from too much insulin at dinner (math is hard). I came near the fridge but never actually touched it and it JUMPED OUT AND SHOCKED MY RIGHT RING FINGER. I cried out like I had been shot. For all I knew the fridge had found a way to shoot me. I almost kicked the door in anger, but knew I would have just hurt my foot to go along with my finger.

After I consoled myself with a small bowl of Honey Combs, I shocked the shit out of my thumb on the faucet rinsing out my bowl. So at the moment the appliances and I are not speaking to each other.