Monday, February 19, 2007

Now that we're shoveled out....

Whew! Finished the papers, for now. Now I think I have about a week break before the next slew come in. Next year I will be a lot better about scheduling these things….

So I said I’d give the update! Well, I can’t believe I haven’t before now, considering we’ve had so much time off due to weather and holidays. We were out AGAIN on Wednesday due to snow! Truly, the driving was awful—it took me ten minutes to get off our little street, which they never plow. Thursday morning the only reason I got out at all was because our neighbor across the street saw I was having trouble, backed up his car, and he and his two young boys pushed me out. What a good-Samaritan act! I have to get them some cookies or something; they really didn’t need to help me. It renews my faith in humanity in a world filled with contested Anna Nicole Smith wills and shaved rehab-bound pop star heads.

Well the wedding dress fit fine—so well that they don’t even have to shorten it; just bustle it. Guys, that just means that during the reception it’s pulled up a little in the back so it doesn’t drag the ground, subjecting me to dirt and ill-placed high heels of guests. Other minor millinery adjustments in the back must be made, but nothing major. So that’s out of the way, and my wonderful mom stuffed all the envelopes! And peeps, you don’t mind if there’s a bar code across the bottom, do you? The post offices don’t have time, they say, to hand cancel all of them (they really do have to do each invitation by hand to not have that code), so forgive me for being gauche.

The wine shower, oh, the wine shower. If anyone you know is getting married or having a birthday, I highly suggest one. Guests were asked to bring wine or “wine accoutrements” and boy, did they. We have a fully stocked wine rack, a gorgeous bottle of Möet, good tequila, good bourbon, one of those rabbit things (vacuum sealer), wine glasses, and a joke bottle of Wild Irish Rose. The last sits on our mantel with its fellow bottle of Courvoisier and a package of Kools, which I received those last year when working in the public schools. They’re the shiz-nit, yo. But anyway, the shower was such fun—this whole getting presents thing is a great gig, I have to say, and we have wonderfully generous friends. My one friend H. and her husband M. (the ones who had the surprise wedding) gave us a bottle of wine for each day of the week with an appropriate, Weight Watcher friendly recipe attached. Who could ask for more? We also had a fairly disparate group who came together and found topics of conversation, which I always find pleasing. Yay new friends!

My next objective is to find fun sites to share with you all like Ouiser does. How do you find these fun places? You must share your secret.

P.S. My Valentine’s Day (last one with my maiden name!) was spent in front of a fire with Norah Jones on the stereo and take-out sushi. Can you top that? I felt it was perfect. I think we might have to make that the tradition—until we have kids and feel a desperate need to get out of the house.

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