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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.

Anyway......

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;

THE FRIGGING INVITATIONS ARE DONE AND ARE IN THE MAIL!!!!!

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'.

3 Comments:

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

CONGRATULATIONS!

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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