pa-jammy
Today I went to the Social Security office. As of today, at least according to the SS office, my initials are now PMK. This is going to take some getting used to.
Later, I’m going to try the DMV. Of course, that means new driver’s license picture. Must remember to brush hair. At least I’ve gotten lots of practice taking pictures recently.
Is “gotten” a word? I wrote it in a thank you card last night and I think I made it up. It looks weird. I’m going over to dictionary.com.
Back from Pittsburgh. What a wonderful city! I’m ready to move there. And once George heard that there were only 57 sunny days a year there, he started packing as well. I tell ya, those people are friendly! I mean, almost scary friendly. I thought New Orleans was a friendly town, well, it’s got nothing on Pittsburgh!
Now can I say the good news? About Kristina? Does everyone know? Okay I won’t say exactly, but let’s just say she caught the bouquet, remember? Woo hoo!!!
In other news, I am officially extending an invitation to my pity party. Today’s our one month anniversary, and I’ll be in Baton Rouge. Not New Orleans. Not with George. Sigh. But the good news is, I just talked to my boss, and he’ll let me go back to New Orleans for good this week. Yay! (But I will miss living with Granny and our endless, six-hour Scrabble tournaments. Okay, there was no Scrabble, but I’ll still miss living with her.)
We’re back!
It was cold, but fun.
Mucous is now healthier clear color. Marianne’s flat is white.
It is very freaking cold here. My toes are numb.
Been to lots of pubs. Surprise, surprise.
Went on the London Eye today. Neato.
Okay, off to more pubs…
George hacking up mass quantities of mucous.
Marianne’s flat very nice.
Very cold here.
Flight was endless.
Already been to three pubs.
Pub quiz tonight, wish us luck!
And we’re off!
So, I am sorry to say, I probably won’t be posting much for the next two weeks. (Sorry, Renny.) But then again, who am I kidding? I’m sure we’ll be visiting a few Internet cafes here and there. Must document trip, right?
Anyway. Maybe. We’ll see.
Bye bye! London, here we come….
The best picture from the whole wedding weekend:
“Uncle George, gimme the beer!”
Second best:
(no words necessary.)
Okay, so clearly the story of my idiocy is not at interesting as Mike or wedding pictures, so here’s one of both!
And we got our very first professional picture back from our photographer, so you can see that too:
Boy, do I feel stupid.
So last night (at my mom’s house), I decide to hand-wash an item of clothing. I put it in the laundry room sink, put some Woolite in, and turn on the water. The sink is pretty big and I’m impatient, so I left the laundry room. With the water running. You know where this is going.
Soooo, I go off, check my email, brush my teeth, pack up stuff to bring home, la dee daaah. Then I think, hmmm…the water…is running…yeeeahhh.
And so I run towards the laundry room and am met by an ever-increasing puddle heading my way. Ooops!
What makes it even funnier is that my mom was sitting in the study, not five feet from the laundry room sink the whole time, and she never noticed. In her defense, the washing machine was also running, so any water sounds were assumed to be coming from that.
Ah well, what fun to mop up water, and dry out cabinets at 11:00 at night! At least my mom thought it was funny. Apparently, I’m not the first to do it.
(And yes, I told George, and yes, he still wants to be married to this idiot!)
Okay, okay, time for another post. I can’t promise I’ll post from London, so no complaining! A honeymoon is no time to be updating a blog.
So, how is married life, you might ask? I wish I knew. I don’t feel married yet, I’ve been in Baton Rouge since Monday (and let’s face it, Sunday we were all too hungover to feel anything but like crap.) I still have been unable to use the “h” word, except for one time today, when I managed to choke it out to a Countrywide telephone operator. Go me! Poor George, he’s starting to take it personally, though he knows it took me a while to be able to say “fiance”, so he shouldn’t be surprised.
I can’t wait until Friday, when I get to go home to New Orleans to be with my h-h-h-hu-uh-George.
And then Monday, on a plane to London!
PS I boycott US Air (or I will after we get back from our honeymoon.) They cancelled our flight home from Charlotte (on the way back from London.) So now we have to pay for a hotel in Charlotte, so we can catch a flight home the next day. Jerks. JERKS! I hate them.
PSS I also boycott the Sheraton for not giving us a free breakfast coupon for the day after our wedding. They gave one to Lindsay. Hmmph. Stupid Sheraton won’t cough up $7.95 each for two of us? For our first breakfast as a married couple? I guess it was just as well that we were, um, as I said earlier, extremely hungover.
PSSS I feel guilty that people came from all over the country and I barely had time to talk to them at the wedding. This is normal, right? If only the reception had been ten hours long, that would have been much better! Oh, and while we’re in dreamland, if only I had eaten one of the oyster appetizers. Dang…
Okay, you asked for it…
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