HaHA! I am actually posting my wedding update ON TIME. Take that, dastardly procrastination! Of course, some might argue that writing this entry—instead of working on my final presentation for school—itself constitutes procrastination, but those people would be immediately overruled and taken from the courtroom in shackles.
So. I just finished booking our honeymoon, and I […]
I have become a bit of a Weight Watchers zealot, I am embarrassed to say. You are lucky, in that you don’t know me in real life, and thus don’t have to listen as I natter on about nutritional information. I am the girl hanging over the goldfish bowl telling the fish how many points […]
Last week was one of those weeks in which lots of little things happen, and yet it feels like nothing is happening at all. Every time I sat down to write an entry about finishing a paper or deciding on some tiny wedding detail or the barrage of “one small step for man” moments in […]
Dear Benjamin Franklin,
I WANT MY HOUR BACK.
Cordially,
Alexa
I woke up this morning at what, according to the clock, was 5:30 a.m. But my body wasn’t fooled. My body knew it was 4:30, and when I tried to drag it out of bed, it was incredulous:
BRAIN: It’s time to get up.
BODY: Are you kidding me? Is this […]
I chickened out and rescheduled my meeting with the venue’s wedding coordinator. The Actually couldn’t be there, and I couldn’t face an hour of rapid-fire questions about the ceremony, the music, the flowers, each one followed by me murmuring that we hadn’t quite gotten around to that yet. It has been rescheduled for Saturday the […]
So, last week I started Weight Watchers. I am doing the online program, because the idea of weekly meetings is fiercely unappealing.
The first few days were…volatile. Poor Schnozz had to put up with my frantic instant messages about how I was so hungry my cats were starting to look like “succulent little roasts,” and then, […]
Can I blame my two-day-late wedding update on the blizzard? I know it only started yesterday, but Wednesday I was busy drinking gin stockpiling canned goods.
Monday was my first fitting, and my breasts are officially a problem. Well, two problems. I was spectacularly unsuccessful in procuring a bra to go with my dress—none of the […]
