Whine: My dog's fur is crusty from the mac and cheese A dropped on her a couple days ago. I got it out as best as I could, but it was extra cheesy so... I can see I'm going to have to get this dog in the tub. I hate wet dog smell and she likes to dry herself off on my couches. Whine.
Wish: That Saturday is a nice day for a white wedding. As in lots of snow. We're headed to Wisconsin for my brother's Big Day, so fingers crossed the drive is uneventful (and the girls can stay entertained in the car), and that I don't spit or something when I'm giving my toast, that M makes it down the aisle and doesn't interrupt the ceremony with any un-romantic announcements like, "I gotta POOP!" Fingers crossed guests have decent flights, that my hair turns out ok (and I'm not still pulling bobby pins out three months from now), that Jim's toast goes well (he won't practice on me so I have no idea what to expect!), and that my signature move (the sprinkler) is as big a hit as always on the dance floor.
Woo-hoo! My girlfriend took M and her daughter sledding this afternoon so I have the whole house to myself! Well, except for Adrienne. And the dog. But both are napping. I packed up for our Wisconsin wedding weekend, cleaned my stovetop, and now I may or may not be watching The Bold and the Beautiful (I told you I was in the mood for smut!)
I pre-wrote a couple posts for this weekend while I'm off wedding it up, so be sure to swing by and check things out.
Love this ad; I hope my brother and his bride still adore each other through every fashion disaster over the years.