Oooh, I'm naughty.
Well, not really, but! stay with me here. A couple of nights ago I asked Keith if it would freak him out if I called/emailed our dream venue and asked for basic info, like their waiting list and basic cost. He made me wait an hour to "think about it" (I'm laughing as I type this).
But eventually he said yes, so I just e-mailed and asked. The naughty part is that I said I had "recently gotten engaged" (still giggling).
They'll get back to me in the next day or so. I'm really not holding my breath, I'm expecting it to be zillions and zillions of dollars and SO OUT of our budget it'll make me weep.
Molly puked up THREE (count them, THREE) peach pits today. Not that we feed her peaches, or stoned fruit at ALL, but she goes into the garbage and gets them. So fustrating, because of course I have to clean it up. GAAH. Stupid dog!
Can you tell I'm procrastinating on cleaning the living room? And bathroom? And foyer? And bedroom? Blaaah.
Also, gained 4 pounds in THREE days. HOW THE HELL DOES THAT HAPPEN?! You know what? At this point its easier to just give up and become a big fat blob with stubby little legs and I have to roll everywhere. SERIOUSLY.
Kay, I'm off to eat some apple pie. Because, you know, gotta start working on that big fat rolling blob thing.
2 comments:
What is it with dogs and stone fruit? Flynn begs me for the stone when I eat a nectarine, really really BEGS.
You know you totally could have asked that venue without him even knowing lol.
I'm eating chocolate pudding as I read this entry.
Wanna do that big fat rolling blob thing together? :P
*hugs*
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