I Can Stop Whenever I Want To (I Just Don't Want To...) Pt. 2

i bought it and it's non-returnable.

I Can Stop Whenever I Want To (I Just Don't Want To...)

yeah...i have a "bag problem". what of it?

this is where i'll be, if i don't respond to your e-mails...

Quick: a Let Down

i went to treat myself to a little somethin' cute.
something i had my eye on a while back (thanks to BL).
now i can't find it, for sale, online.

anywhere.

**sigh**

In the Immortal Words of Daffy Duck "Thith Meanth War..."

i gladly accept your challenge, BL.

i am gonna need a new bag for summer...

it will be mine.
oh yes.
it.
will.
be.
mine.

Selfish

My pre-wedding gift to me:

Thanks to the good people at work (from whom i'd received several Macy's giftcards over the last 2 years, which i squirrelled away for a rainy day), i paid $20 for this little beauty, on the friday before our big day. it made a wonderful carry-on for the trip to SF and now i take it back and forth to work.

no, it's not quite the Coach bag i'd been eyeing, but it's a gorgeous hunk of cowhide nonetheless; leather so soft it's like buttah.

15 days 15 hours 32 minutes

we're at 69 people (give or take a last minute no-show). the hall is all taken care of; the menu has been chosen. can't wait. john came with us last night and after the hall we dropped stephen at the doctor and drove around talking. it was really nice; we've not had David-John time in a while. i miss that.

e-mailed the celebrant as we still have issues regarding how the ceremony is gonna play out. she keeps mentioning a processional and a recessional, but since we're gonna be in 1 room for the whole night, there's no place to proceed from or recede to! this is her job though, and i sent her the floor plan that the hall gave us, so i'm waiting to hear what she thinks.

we received out 1st wedding gift! when i got home this gorgeous pair of Waterford flutes was waiting, from Stephen's cousin from Michigan, who will be unable to attend. i think tonight we'll test them out.

speaking of gifts, as i write this , stephen's on his way into long island to do something with my wedding gift. i have no idea what that means, but apparently he received something in the mail the day before yesterday, which (despite having sorted the mail enroute from the box) i handed over, not realizing in contained information regarding this fabulous gift.
the only clue i've been given is the e-mail he sent me in regards to the picture of the Coach messenger bag i posted on Tuesday: "great! if you get one, you can put your wedding present from me in it".

he just called me and i asked him when i'd be getting this gift. he said "whenever you want".
i asked him if it was perishable. he replied, "technically".

needless to say, i'm intrigued.

Irony

of course, now that my wallet is running on fumes, i find what i want....

and then there's this (not that i could ever rationalize spending $400 on a man purse bookbag):

like my mama always told me, "champagne taste; Schlitz pockets".