“She doesn’t own a dress.
Her hair is always a mess.
If you catch her stealin’,
she won’t confess.
She’s beautiful.”
- “Meet Virginia”, Train

How is it that the repairs on my car are only $48 more than the deductible?  That just sucks.  Sucks big ole balls.  You know, I shoulda gone bigger.  If I was going to have my car repaired and file an insurance claim, I shoulda let myself be t-boned or something, so then I felt like I was really working the system.  But, instead, they’re shelling out a mere $48.  Fuckers.

I’m sorry about my colorful language as of late.  It’s just the stress and the lack of children.  I let a “damn” slip out this weekend when we had The Boy, and I wanted to crawl under a table and die.

Of course, The Boy lied to us and neglected to mention that he lost his SECOND pair of glasses, so I don’t feel like I warped him beyond any breaking point.  He still the same ole Boy, so everything seems to be normal.

So tomorrow, Bryan and I are taking a trip downtown.  That’s weird, isn’t it?  That we’re actually filling out paperwork that declares us married?  Yeah, it’s real weird.  I mean, good weird.. but you gotta admit, it’s weird nonetheless.

It’s vain and conceited and strange, but.. I like being me.  I like walking into a building here at work and having people light up.  I like that my reputation precedes me.  I feel accomplished at my young age.  I had to go support a meeting in another building today and had that realization.  And I wanted to write it down so I can remember it when I next feel overwhelmed at work.

I’m so bummed out about the hot weather right now.  I made myself promise that I would not complain about the weather AT ALL until the wedding date so that I would have good karma for the ceremony to be rain free, but where in the hell is autumn?  I got out all of my sweaters and pants and coats, and it’s 85 degrees out there.  I hope it gets cooler.  I miss wearing sweaters.  I look good in sweaters.  I wore one to The Boy’s soccer game the other day and Bryan confessed later he saw me and thought, “Damn, my woman is HOTT.”

Tee hee hee.

I want everyone to find someone who makes them feels as loved as Bryan does me.  It’s completely worth any and all heartache. (Well, maybe not any and all, but most.)