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Wednesday, September 28, 2005

I've Got To Have Something To Show For In September

I've had a lot to do lately. It's put quite a dent in my blog entry creation time. Not that I or anyone else has to blog. It's not like respiration or sex.

Yes people, like sex. Sex has to be had. HAS. TO. I've gone without for long stretches of time. I know what I am talking about here. Just trust me. DSB (Deadly Semen Buildup) can be a crippling and debilitating affliction.

........Mom, if you have in fact found my blog and are actively reading it, yes I have the sex. And no, I don't blame you if you disown me now or never let me come over for Thanksgiving dinner anymore.


Before I got on the random tangent train, I was trying to convey that I am going to work on getting back into the swing of bloggery. The long list o' stuff to do is getting closer to ending, so I need to get back to this world o' words.

But first a little private moment of jubilation;


If you've ever designed your own wedding invitations and then put all the designed pieces together by hand, you know what I am talking about. I haven't felt this relieved since Zoom and I finally went and got our taxes done last year.

But more importantly, it official people. We are really getting married.

Either that, or we spent thousands of dollars and invited a hundred or so people to a really fancy party just cuz'.


At 4:58 AM, Blogger Rev. Brandy said...


Can you guys blur out the real names and location and take a photo of the invitations for your respective blogs? I would love to see them.

At 7:39 AM, Blogger ZooooM said...

I'm pretty sure we can do that. I'll have to take the picture, because I pout when he takes my camera and tries to take just one picture with it.

I'm working on it, but I love that camera. Not more than I love him, but it's up there, ya know?

At 8:09 AM, Blogger theresa said...

I totally agree with you about the idea that sex is near the same level of importance as respiration ... cept, I don't know the exquisite pain of DSB. You have my sympathy and sincere hope that those days are in the past.

I also created and assembled all of our wedding invitations. If I ever get married again, our friend KINKOs will have the pleasure of that fine task.

Congratulations on your accomplishment.


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