I usually open these things with an apology about how I’m a terrible writer and only post once every hundred years. (That remains, admittedly, very true.) And how I promise to write on a more regular schedule and blah blah. Well. I’m not going to do that this time. Because it’s tiresome, and we all know the next time I post something will be about 5 to 7 months from now. It’s just the reality of it. But I suppose that now that the fine print is out of the way I can begin with what is new and hip and happenin’ in our neck of the woods.
Guess what? We’re getting married!! I know you all know that already, but still! It’s true! I would do the typical girly thing and post an artsy fartsy picture of my left hand with the ring, preferably with some softly out of focus flowers and trees in the background. But trust me, you don’t want to see that. Not because the ring is ugly, far from it. Marcel picked out a very classic and timeless solitaire. It’s my hand that’s the problem really. Imagine a shed lizard skin that’s been baking in the desert sun for about 3 weeks… my hands look worse than that. I come from a place where 60ºF/15ºC is cold. Seriously, go to Southern California in the “winter” when it’s that temperature and you’ll see people bundled up in coats, scarves wrapped around their nose. Everyone under the age of 28 in beanies. All the college girls in UGG boots… and shorts. Don’t ask me why, it’s a thing I guess…? But seriously, anything below 60ºF/15ºC is the coming of the ice age apocalypse. Thus is the land from whence I came. The land in which I currently reside though? That’s nice summer weather. Now before you get all up in arms about, “Oh but I thought you said you liked the cold?” cough*Marcel*cough I DO like the cold. That does not, however, mean that I don’t feel it. Just because I complain, doesn’t mean that I don’t like it. I’m just partaking in what I was told was the Dutch national past-time, complaining about the weather. And it’s not the weather exactly that I’m complaining about, it’s more about the fact that I have dead-lizard-skin hands. I could grate cheese with my knuckles. Yeah. It’s disgusting. But I digress, the point is, we’re getting married!
Also, I have a job! Freaking finally! Don’t get me wrong, it was nice having an extended vacation and all, but I was starting to get a bit stir crazy. I’m sure once I start I’ll be longing wistfully for the days when I didn’t have a care in the world and could sleep in to my heart’s content… but at least once I start working I can buy all the shoes I want. muahaha
I’ll let you guys knows how I really feel about a month or so into the job. Until then, bye!