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No time for a recap of the vacation just yet, but soon, I promise!

Hard to be lighthearted after what’s happened in London, so I think I’ll save my Los Angeles recap for a little later.

(In a nutshell, it was a great trip and Ellie is hands down, officially, undisputably, my cutest blood-related niece. Whew. How is that for not offending any of my friends’ babies?)

(Really, she’s the cutest baby on Earth.)

Went to Target last night to get some things for my trip and I got this purse on clearance that has a light inside to find things. Genius! Although I wonder if Rebecca, a friend I went to high school with, is aware they stole her idea. She had installed a light in her purse years ago! She used to be an engineer. Now she bellydances and teaches art. Very interesting woman.

Am getting off work early today because my boss gave me the choice of either leaving at lunchtime or taking part in a “professional development session,” i.e., watching Office Space. I do love my job! As much as I love that film, I am glad I’ll now have time to go to the gym and have lunch with Regan. And finish packing. And go by Sears, possibly, to buy a new refrigerator. Urgh.

Okay, I get it. You people can’t handle change. That must explain the sudden lack of comments. Sigh. Don’t you know I am validated by comments? I need them to shore up my self-esteem. Tee hee, just kidding.

In approximately 52 hours, my little Ellie will be in her Aunt Pam’s arms! I can’t wait! Cannot. wait. Eeep!

Think our refrigerator has bit the dust. Maybe. Not sure. Hope not. Keep our fridge in your thoughts, please. Don’t die on us! (Although a nice new major appliance is always a treat.)

Went to my cousin Monica’s house last night to give her son Max his birthday present. It’s a talking Nemo. If you know Max, you know that he loves Nemo. I think he has a new best friend. (Not me, Nemo. Though I did make his favorite blankie.) I like to go
over there with George so he can talk to Monica’s husband Tom and realize that my entire family is not Republican. (Though I love my entire extended family, regardless of political leanings. And so does George.)

Had pizza twice yesterday. Yum. And have some for dinner tonight. Could there be a more perfect food? I don’t think so.

Got invitation mockups from the designer yesterday. I think my excitement over invitations is second only to my dress. Too bad everyone just throws them away. Sigh. (Not these – they’re going to be so incredible, people are going to frame them!)

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Oooh, like the new look? I was ready for a change.

Pulled some of the grass out of the front of the house today. My hamstrings are going to hate me tomorrow.

T minus three days and counting ’til I get to see my Ellie. I should really say three days and twelve hours or something like that because in all likelihood I won’t get to see her until Saturday morning, but she’s a baby! She doesn’t go to sleep at ten o’clock at night! (Does she? Maybe she does. Will have to ask about this. I should just face facts and realize that I won’t get to hold her until Saturday. Sniff, sniff.)

Got my haircut this weekend. Finally. No more split ends!
Lovely. Boring, but lovely. Regan came with me and chopped hers
off. Much more dramatic than my trim (with layers,
thankyouverymuch.) We had lunch with my mom, that was nice. And
got our nails done. Then went to the wedding of a girl we don’t
know. Yes, we were invited.

One of my very close friends got engaged this weekend. Should I
say who it is or wait until she has told everyone? But does
anyone read this who doesn’t already know? Oh wait, my sister.
Hint: it’s not Kristina, but close. There, no names there but
anyone who cares will get it.

Made more jam yesterday. No more blueberries left!

Apparently Ellie is a mini-Me. Evan said so. Yay! Or should I
say “I’m sorry Ellie! Let’s hope you don’t get my height!”

Oooh, tonight we’re going to register at Dillard’s. Fun, fun.
It’s like shopping without having to pay. Well, except for the
part where you don’t get to take anything home, either. Hmm. So
not really like shopping at all. Does talking about this make me
seem like the greediest person alive? Well, whatever. Everyone
registers. Am I supposed to pretend like this is torture?
Puh-leeze.

This weekend, Regan and I are going to Baton Rouge. I’m getting
a haircut. Finally. It’s been six months. Actually, it will have
been six months and one day, as the last haircut I had was on
Christmas Eve. That’s sad. But it’s expensive to get long hair
cut. Well, dried. Wow. Isn’t this the best entry ever? Anyway,
I’m not going for a major cut, just a few inches.

I had some of my homemade blueberry jam for breakfast this
morning. And though it was delicious, I realize now that jam on
toast is not the most filling breakfast, as I am already hungry. Hmmph.

You know what I love? I love that someone searched for “paula radcliffe toilet picture” in google and got my blog. Hi, “paula radcliffe toilet picture” searcher! Sorry you didn’t find any pictures of Paula Radcliffe’s toilet! (PS I added the quotes. I don’t know if anyone would really try to find that exact phrase.)

Lots of wedding stuff accomplished. Bridesmaid’s dresses, check! (Ordered. Slated for arrival by September 19. Excellent. Ooh, when they come in, the wedding will be less than two months away! Exciting!) Best woman’s dress, check! (Just like the Bridesmaids dress, but in black. No, Lindsay is not wearing a tux. Why does everyone ask me that?) Dress for the afterparty, check! Fun fun! George’s ring, check! Vintage earrings to use as shoe clips, check, check! Earrings that I hope my mom will like but I have a bad feeling about but I shall try to sneak them by her anyway? CHECK!