Hmmmm... I think I wasn't clear about Otto's brothers in my last post. But thanks to all of your suggestions, I think we have our monikers worked out. The brother who DID SO PRACTICALLY BEG FOR A NICKNAME regardless of whatever damage control he's trying to do now is definitely going to be Nearly Nickless from now on. He is not, however, the brother who came through with the GPS. That brother shall henceforth be known as Wild Thing. Assuming that Nearly Nickless continues speaking to me after I publish this, if he wants to top Wild Thing's wedding gift, I suppose he could get us a pony. Or...
Tonight on the phone while discussing the whole Housing Situation (it now merits capitalization, and in a couple more weeks, I'll be shouting in all caps, LUCKY YOU), Otto said this: "I'm torn, here, because I'm trying to be the good husband and---" There was more, but I stopped listening, because he'd just said he was trying to be a good husband and I was wondering why he used that particular word. And then I remembered it's because HEY, HE'S MY HUSBAND! How did that happen? Oh, right, that happened about nine days ago and now I have a husband. Nifty. Of course, we tend to be the veritable...
For a while I couldn't bear to talk about it, so I think the last update I gave you on how it's been going with the house is this one. Our friends the Lowballs (secondarily dubbed the Oddballs by Otto) waited for a week after their second showing and then made a second---only slight less ridiculous---offer on the house. There was some back and forth and then they vanished (again). Yesterday I had two showings, and I dutifully vacated the house for the first one but happened to still be here when the second showing arrived. GUESS WHO IT WAS! No, really, GUESS! Yes, it was our friends the...
I know I'm not southern yet... heck, once I'm down there, I know that folks will only be too happy to remind me that I am just a YANKEE in their midst, but I feel a Y'ALL comin' on and it needs to be allowed. Y'all, words cannot do this whole wedding thing justice. Cannot. That doesn't mean I won't TRY, but I'm just SAYING. I will not be able to capture even a tenth of it all, not even if I allow myself to be as cheesy as possible. It can't be done. Because on the one hand it was enormous and huge and now things are DIFFERENT and on the other hand it was so much just what was happening in...
(I wrote this ahead of time and set it to post at midnight, lest you have the urge to come yell at me for posting on my wedding day.) I'm ready to do this thing. I've got something old. And something new. Something borrowed. And something blue. And I also have this. (I'll be back Monday as Mrs. Otto. Maybe even with pictures.)
Here's the thing about being FINE FINE FINE in the face of a steady stream of stress: Eventually, something breaks. When those people came into my house and broke the soap dish off the wall yesterday, maybe if everything else was dandy that wouldn't have been a big deal. But there's a lot going on, and so many changes happening, and as a result, it was a big deal. It was a very big deal. I broke. First I was angry and indignant, as I repaired the tile last night, and as I tossed and turned in bed, trying to sleep. And then this morning, as I tried to pry open the tube of caulking and it...
Today was utterly craptastic for a number of reasons, and as the day progressed it just continued getting more unbelievable and difficult, until finally I decided that for the next week I am not thinking about anything other than what color I might like to paint my nails. Look, I've really never given being vapid a heartfelt shot. Maybe I'll enjoy it. You might be able to grasp the level of suckosity when I tell you that the LEAST heinous thing that happened today was that we got an offer on the house. And not just ANY offer, but a real humdinger. Yes. These generous folks wanted to give us...
Today many wedding-related items arrived in the mail. (Again with the wedding? Sheesh, could I shut up about the wedding already? No, apparently I cannot. But in about a week and a half I'll stop, I promise.) First I found Otto's wedding ring flung to the side of my steps by my alert and caring FedEx delivery man. I was here at the house all day, so I can say with some certainty that he drove up, threw the package out of the truck, and drove away as quickly as possible. I'm sure his failure to ring the doorbell and HAND the package to me was out of concern for my well-being. He probably...
I had to prove that I was legally divorced before I was allowed to obtain a marriage license. If there was such a thing as a bridal license requiring proof of girlyness, the people at town hall would still be pointing and laughing, and I would be all out of luck. Today I grabbed a friend and spend the day pretty much trying to finish up all of the wedding-related things that required tending to. Along the way I learned that I am lacking a basic gene, the one all women are supposed to have, the one that causes a female to care deeply about every aspect of her wedding day. It's not that I...
