Happy and Giddy

Our weekend could not have been more wedding planning productive. (Yes, I did indeed find the dress!)

I am happy to share details with anyone who wants to know more. For now I am keeping mum – can’t have Jamey learning any other details that haven’t already been spilled.

Aside from dress shopping, invitation selecting, cake testing, registering…Georgia was, once again, a refresher. I was so happy to be home with family. Those little visits are like boosts of energy, and it’s only when we return to Charleston that we fall onto our couch and crash. (I can’t wait for our mini-beach vacation in two weeks when we return to Pawleys. I think that will be especially refreshing for Jamey, who is currently working a two-week tour to Northeast Pennsylvania. How’s the weather up there today, honeybunch?)

As we enter the shower season, I’m sure more of the wedding details will spill out over the next several months. I might have to get into royal wedding lip lockdown if I find myself blabbing too much, but it’s hard to keep a low profile now that I have even more reasons to get excited. I feel like that’s the general consensus with everything: to everyone, I find myself only able to express my excitement and happiness.

Then again, this is how it all should be. Everyone tells me this is supposed to be one life’s happiest occasions, and so far I do think we are progressing just perfectly along in that direction.

Talk to me again in September when the real stress of the planning is supposed to start to sink in.

Us looking especially cheeseball happy for all the right reasons. Also my hair looks good.

From belt buckles to wedding dresses

After yesterday’s somewhat somber note, I figured I should 180 the tone of this blog with a little sass from Jamey. We need to bring the silly back.

Therefore, today we bring you another round of The Internet and Alcohol Do Not Mix, part deux. Here’s a picture of the man model himself:

Bit the bullet and bought the belt buckle.

Yes, that is what you think it is: Jamey had a little too much Firefly and lemonade one night last week and bought himself a new belt buckle – made of bullets. Ridiculous. Continue reading

Our things

One of the crazier experiences that I’ve noticed lately, is how few possessions I have.

I still own the same number of things or -to be more accurate- the things I’ve purchased over the years are still in my house, but they’re no longer “my” things. They’re “ours.”

For instance.

Today Claire and I were discussing honeymoon locations when Claire said:

Why don’t you look that up on the ipad?

An innocent enough statement, you might say. But let’s look at the implications here. Continue reading