(that being the lovely and talented Amalah) The Witty is not here today. Not at all. It sort of feels like someone is taking apart my heart bit by bit with that mini cookie dough scoop from our registry. And The Crazy is definitely edging in, despite the little helpers floating around in my synapses.
so there’s that.
In other news, I spent all night (ALL. NIGHT.) poring over some wonderful bridal books given to me by the beautiful Shannox, who is the best friend anyone could ever ask for. And I took notes. Seven pages worth. Notetaking always makes me feel better, it’s the OCD in me. When I was in college, I was like the only one who ever took notes, and I would do it in such a clean and organized way that even if I was drunk off my ass from Boone’s Farm Wine, I could still find the exact date and page where my TRF 435 teacher covered the self-referential nature of the Mary Tyler Moore show.
If you ever want to know, I can let you in on ALLLLL the dirt about television in the Golden Age. And then we can pop open a bottle of the Strawberry Hill, for old time’s sake.