W-w-w-weddaannggg

Okay, lets get real serious for a second. I mean...how many flowers do I need to order? And why don't people RSVP? What is the smallest appropriately sized squared piece of cake I can serve a guest (when the only food that will be there is cake, cake, pies, trifle and cake)? Because I've been drawing diagrams that seem pretty reasonable...(yes, drawing. diagrams. of cakes)

I have spent the past 4 hours sitting and brainstorming all things wedding--and all things wedding budget. I went for my alterations today and they were a tad bit over what I budgeted, but when I ballparked that price, it was based on literally nothing at all (or maybe what I felt like it was worth). So I guess its not too bad to be $40 off since I'm pretty cheap and good at lowballing things.

Things are coming together. We had bought Miles' shoes for the wedding on sale at a department store for $39.99 and neither of us loved them, but we weren't trying to fool ourselves--he's not going to set foot in those shoes again after the wedding day. Then this morning I found a pair where I work that would end up being cheaper with my discount and possibly more wearable after the big day. Things were looking up, and then my brilliant fiance asked if the (somewhat) dressy lace-up boots I had bought him months ago on sale for $5 would work as wedding shoes. And you know what? They will do juuussttt fine! So bam. With the return of those department store shoes, we have evened back out with the $40 extra I spent on alterations. Boom! BOOM! That's how its done.

I will pick up my sister next Friday and haul her back up for maid of honor duty. We get to make the boutonnieres and the pom-poms along with gluing together all my makeshift cake stands.

And I'm sure there is more for us to do...but I'm all weddinged out for now. I just really can't wait. Really. Its so soon! One month and one day away! How can this be!

p.s. I'm about ready for the Nashville cicada invasion to be over. I think there must be one chillin right outside/on my a/c unit because I can hear his chirping (?) loud and clear. And its giving me the heebie-jeebies. 

Hold The Phone, These Aint No Allergies!

Yup. I have a cold. Its practically June and I have a cold. I'm so bummed and also really wanting it to go away before the wedding, obviously. The last time I had a cold I swear it lasted like seven weeks. No good! We have just under five weeks left until the wedding. We're broke as a joke, but at least have all the money we need in savings to pay for all things wedding related in the next month.

Miles insisted on me relaxing in the one air-conditioned room of the apartment while he made dinner. But after coming in about four separate times asking the next step in the cheese dip making process he poked his head in and said, "can you just come and help?" At least he's trying! And really doing a wonderful job for the most part. I am just so useless today, I woke up, went to church, came back home and took a nap. Miles woke me up with lunch in bed. A tuna sandwich in my face. Just how my sore, sick body wants to be awoken. But still, its the sweet, sweet thought that counts. And it wasn't a bad sandwich after I woke up enough to eat it.

Chips and rotel dip are an official go, so I am off to munch and watch more Redbox movies.

I leave with some pictures from our new, possibly favorite, summer hang out. We went there Friday to hear one of Miles' co-workers/boss'(?) bands play at a local marina. On a floating "restaurant" (we probably won't ever go to eat there).

Our friend, Melissa came by too and it was so much fun to finally be able to hang out again. We've all been so busy and hopefully after the wedding we can get back to normal, regular hang times. She is getting married this Saturday in Michigan and we're super, super bummed that we can't make it. 

Also, Miles turns 25 in a week!

From That to This...

Miles and I (and my roommate Jennifer) quickly became best friends my first semester of school. We were three goofballs getting running around Nashville doing whatever we pleased.

And now in less than 40 days, I will be marrying that best friend. Doesn't get any better than that!

 Oh wait, yes it does. I came home today to dinner already made and on the table. With a garnish no less!  (Sweet thang put a piece of lettuce in our bowls of pasta. So adorable I could die!)

Chicken Salad

Just typing that subject in kind of made me feel queasy. I was super dumb today and I hope I don't suffer the repercussions much longer*. I brought chicken salad to work today for my break and totally forgot to put it in the fridge. So it sat out for a little over 3 hours until I got back to the break room and realized what I had done (or failed to do..). But by that time I was so hungry and I thought surely it would be fine to eat it.
Wrong!

Within about 5 minutes of my break ending my stomach began to hurt. And it only continued to get worse. I just wanted to lie down and sleep it off. No more standing, no more ringing people's purchases up, no more trying to be friendly. So I ask if I can go home and hour early and thankfully my manager (and friend,  phew) let me. I contemplated whether getting into traffic with a not-so-stable stomach was the best thing to do. How terribly gross would it be if I had to vom while driving down the interstate? But whatevs, I did it anyways (looking back, by decision maker must have been missing a screw or something today). I drove to Miles', commandeered his bed and mumbled the ingredients he needed to get for dinner. And some Tums.
He offered to get pasta to make for dinner. I said no. He then offered to "get some beef?" I said.....no. He then offerend to get "a chicken salad" to which I thought I would definitely vom at the thought of eating more of that devil salad. He said, "not chicken salad. A salad with chicken..."
Then we opted for soup. And by we, I mean I told him I wanted it.

Sweet thang got all the groceries and even began to make dinner himself. He even rubbed my sore back until it felt better, and then rubbed it some more until it hurt again :)
I'm getting a sweet deal in this whole partner for life thing with him. He is the best.

*Not in any gross way. I just hope the mere thought of chicken salad doesn't continue to make me feel sick, because I do lurv it so..

Best Present Ever

Miles took me to see Les Misérables this afternoon as part of my graduation present. I am still wandering around my apartment pretending to be Eponine, Cosette, Marius, Jean Valjean...singing to myself and to whatever neighbors can hear me through the walls or down in the courtyard.

Obviously, I loved it. I had tears in my eyes the first 30 minutes and then the rest of the time I sat with one hand up to my heart and he other squeezing Miles' poor fingers to a pulp.

As soon as he left I YouTubed all my favorite 10th anniversary videos. Oh, Michael Ball. Oh, Lea Salonga! I'm going to be on cloud nine for the rest of the week.

My love, you are the best for taking me. Thank youuuuuu

(yes, nosebleed seats--By the time we went to buy tickets all the good seats were taken--even so, the prices were redunnnk.)