beetails.

Awesome! this is ten kinds of eggciting. so much eggciting. oh lord. what a surprise.
eeeeeeeee!

so, at first my thoughts turned to what she will wear. led in a wedding dress? and . . . heels? and fancy earrings and shit? soo weird. please, please tell me you've already talked to her about all the details and can illuminate me. we just had a quick chat last night before she went out. will she instead wear her good jeans? i guess i can kind of see her in, like, a long, simple silk slip dress. for some reason, i can totally see her carrying whatever kind of fancy bouquet, no problem. of course, she'll look super hot. but i will still laugh and laugh. and cry. and wet myself.

and then, i couldn't believe i had devoted so much thought to the dress when the real issue here is clearly the terminal health problems i will contend with in wake of the bachelorette party. ho. ly. fuck. let's get her a stomach pump as a shower gift.

jesus, remember how sick i got just when she came to visit us in ottawa? no special occasion, and still i did shots until it hurt even to blink the next day. i couldn't even go for brunch, remember? very sick.

in closing, faaaaaaaaack, whooooo! party in calgary!

spanky.