one of the most gratifying things about getting married (besides getting married) is that when it's over, there will be so much more space in the house. we have stocked up the house a WHOLE lot of stuff for the wedding. it's been like this for a couple of months, but it's only started to bother me today. what set if off? i can't find the tv remote in the living room. ladies, that might not seem like a big deal, but i promise you... when a guy loses the tv remote, he loses his last sense of security. he starts having a mini panic attack. it doesn't matter if nothing good is on tv. its a sense of control that has been magically taken away from him. goosebumps, his hands start shaking, he almost loses bowel control, he starts making funny, infantile noises, an at his weakest, he'll reach for a pair of scis... oh, here it is. found it.
stop asking me if i'm nervous.
leave it to prince william and princess kate to try to upstage my wedding by having theirs one week before mine. real classy, you brit twits. you're still jealous about us turning boston harbor into a giant tea cup. get over it.
jesus, i got sick of the royal wedding real quick.
Honey, the house has now been taken over by baby crap. I'm sorry. I've tried to make it more palatable by ensuring you don't lose the remote in a basket of tiny baby socks and clothes.
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