Right now, I'm sitting on my imaginary lawn chair watching life fly past me from the middle of this lovely tornado. Trouble is, I think the chair's about to pack it in...
Apparently, even if you're throwing tradition to the wind, there is still a modicum of preparation required when having a un-wedding. Like, um shoes. Yeah, I just realised I'll probably need a pair of shoes to go with my dress. A marriage liscence might also come in handy... but only if we can get a marriage commissioner. I think it's going to be a busy weekend.
On a brighter note, our crappy old fridge is spewing orange mystery goo, so I think we'll be buying a new one this weekend. Then I'll fill it with vegetables- mwah-ha-ha-ha!! Just kidding Sean. The washer is also expelling it's own special goo, but if it thinks that's enough to get it off the hook, it's got another thing coming.
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