Monday . April 1 . 2002 . 10:20pm |
snippets Joe and I decided on the day we want to have our wedding. We also decided on the location where we're going to hold the ceremony and reception, and have an appointment to sign the contract for the space this Friday afternoon. I don't want to jinx things by giving any more details before everything is settled (though I don't know what bad could possibly happen--the place might implode, possibly?) but I'll just say that it's a hall in lower Manhattan where I'd attended a prior event. It's large and open with a good view, and I think it's going to be beautiful in the Spring. More details after the deal is landed. So even though we haven't officially signed anything or handed over the down-payment yet, the sales manager at the place is holding the time and day for us, so it's pretty much ours. We're both totally psyched that plans are starting to set. It's making us silly. Several times today, one of us would look at the other (we'd take turns) and say, "Heh. We decided what day we're going to get MARRIED." And we'd get so excited and giddy that all we could do for the next five minutes was run around and make fart jokes. Tonight we stayed in. Right now Joe's reading about prostate cancer screening protocols in bed. I'm very...very...slowly trying to write my paper about the approach to recurrent urinary tract infections. Earlier tonight, we were practicing our one-handed surgical ties. We stole a needle driver from the clinic, but we don't have a pair of scissors, so we've been sawing off loose suture thread with this crappy knife that we bought at the 99 cent store. It's a life of glamour. xo Michelle |
Bikini Briefs |
Lisa it's your birthday, happy birthday Lisa That's my sister. Today is her birthday. Her name isn't Lisa, but...the Simpsons, you know. Anyway, she just turned 20. Fairly impressive. You know what she likes? You telling her that she's a fool because she was born on April Fool's Day. You know what else she likes? People who play April Fool's pranks on her, like that time I called home from college my first year and pretended that I had shaved my head. She believed me! Ha! (Special note to Ca: I called you tonight to say Happy Birthday, but you were not in. Out getting boozed up, no doubt. Drunkard.) |
