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Thanks for the messages about the last entry. I definitely wasn't expecting that! Dinner went over well, very yummy!
Where the whole "no rock" thing is coming from -- Starting around our second anniversary, people starting asking us, mostly in jest, when we're getting hitched. And as more of our friends started having babies and settling down, the more people ask us when it's going to be our turn. MB usually blanches and acts like a scared rabbit, even though I know he feels different. I merely say, "Ask MB."
I have a fairly good idea of what type of wedding I want. I've been planning it in my head (and occasionally on paper in bored moments subbing) for about two years now. We've talked about who we want in the wedding party. On our own, we're not afraid to talk about it. It will happen. Sometimes I get frustrated, especially when I've heard enough choruses of "why aren't you two engaged yet?" I joke that if MB puts it off any longer we're only three years away from commonlaw marriage, so we could potentially save some money on the whole venture.
I'm particularly feeling frustrated lately. On Wednesday I found out that Little T's idiot boyfriend proposed to her. I don't talk about Little T much anymore. Since she's been with Loud Mouth she's been a ghost. I won't preach about how bad I think Loud Mouth is for her or what a user/loser he's turning out to be. It just annoys the piss out of me that MB and I are truly devoted to each other, are a team, and want to do this right, and Little T is so blinded by her "love" for Loud Mouth that she doesn't see that he uses her for money and fills her head with crap and after barely a year together they're engaged. Isn't there something to be said for not rushing into things? I believe the saying is "fools rush in".
I'm between a rock (ha!) and a hard place. On the one hand (preferably my left, heee!), gimme a ring, dammit! On the other (that leaves the right), what's the rush? We're young... well, MB is (by 9 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days, not that I count; I'd add in hours, minutes, and seconds if I was that anal...). My biological clock is ticking louder than usual. Argh!
As for weekend plans, MB swears we're going to the farm tomorrow. We'll see. I have a feeling this will be like the museum all over again. Well, maybe not completely similar. At least we have nothing pressing on Saturday. I'm cozying up with the tv on Sunday. Even though the boys ran in Phoenix the weekend before my birthday, I'm considering this week's race my birthday race simply because it's in Talladega and I heart Talladega! Junior's had success at this track in the past and I'm counting on him winning this week. I need a cut and color like no one's business!
Thanking all deities it's finally Friday,
Ter
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