The past couple days have been filled with big-time grown-up decision making. Like, earth-shattering, life-changing, and other hyphenated-type things. I wish I was being sarcastic. For once I’m not, and if I weren’t blonde I’d probably have visible greys because of all of it.
I also wish I could tell you what it was about, but I like keeping secrets, so I can’t.
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In less-serious, but somehow 192 x’s more difficult, I have another big decision weighing on my shoulders :
Tom’s Passport in Lilac :
or Tom’s Journey is the Destination :
????!!!??? Oh the burdens in my life… How will I ever decide? I love my first pair to pieces but want a more fun and colorful pair. Gimme gimme gimme!
Yes, “just buy both!” has been (and still is being) considered…
In unrelated news, my ass still hurts. B explained to me what they have to do if you dislocate/fracture your tailbone, and I’ve been living in fear since. (curious? Google “coccygeal manipulation”, commence dry-heaving) The joys of living with a doctor…
Might have some wedding updates for you later this week. Were you starting to think we called it off? It has been a while.