Monday, December 19, 2005
The Monster
So, I got engaged two days ago.

Preface: Everyone should know: I'm a laid-back chick. If something takes hours of detailing and planning and stress and going without food, I'm not interested. If it requires dedication, window-shopping, price comparison, bidding with vendors, and centerpieces, I really can't be bothered.

Which is why Michael is so concerned.

Because for the next nine months of so, I'll ONLY be talking dresses, guest accommodations, flowers, centerpieces, catering, goody bags for guests, etiquette, registering (or not registering), money, honeymooning, lack of attendants, wedding bands, live music or DJ's?, spas, golf, colors, a-line versus empire waist, and how much weight needs to be lost.

I've already got the Planning book and etiquette book, but I get extra points because they are entitled as:

I don't know--maybe my lazy and procrastinating nature will set in, and relieve Michael. Right now, he's convinced he's created a monster.

And he has.

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