I haven't blogged in quite a while. This wedding planning stuff has gotten really boring. All I have to do is sit around and say "yes". Other than pick out groomsmen gifts, my checklist is already done. It's just so boring. My fiance doesn't even talk to me. She has some new BFF Leigh lady who she talks to, and about, all the time. They always talk about centerpieces and chairs and tablecloths, SO BORING. I can't get her to pay any attention to me. The new BFF lives in Gulf Shores so I'm pretty sure the friendship won't last.



This new BFF sent her a proposal for all the junk they talk about, HA, some friend she is! She's one expensive friend. But, I'm proud of my baby, she whittled that bill down to a third of the original cost (must have talked to Saranne). I just wish she could have been that frugle over the last 4 years, with MY money.



We did have a "Meet the Fockers" night last week. Our parents already knew each other, so we didn't have to worry about that awkwardness. Ashlea and I, and our parents, got together at Margaritas to discuss the big plans. I thought this was a good idea, until they put us in the middle of the restaurant so the entire place got to hear every little detail. It was going pretty well until Brenda brought out "THE BOOK". I'm talking about a 250 page spiral notebook FULL of questions she'd been jotting down since the proposal... or maybe even before. 6 hours later, we had answered all of the questions. We sat girls facing guys. Girls talked wedding, guys ate. Overall, a pretty good meeting. I don't think we got anything resolved, but one of the 100 wedding magazines told us to have a meeting of the families, so we did.



The next item on my list is to pick out my song for some slideshow we're having. FIRST OF ALL, I don't think a bunch of pictures from my past is a good idea at my own wedding. But, if she's OK with it, then fine. I just hope the grandmothers are gone at that point. Back to the song: My instructions were to pick out a song that sums up my childhood, so I'm thinking either "Sexy Back" by JT or "Business Time" by Flight of the Conchords. I'll be taking a pole.



Anyway, I guess I'm done.



NOT QUITE, I tried the "Yes Mam, you're right" thing today. Apparently there is a context in which to use that phrase that I missed. Lessons Learned.