Sometimes I read back in my blog and am shocked at how sassy I sound. On the verge of wash-your-mouth-out-with-soap-young-lady-sassy.
I love it.
In other news, invites are going out soon for the bridal showers and for the reception etc. Soooooo excited, especially since Hillary promised fuzzy handcuff for a shower present (*blush*) which should be pretty fun...ahem, funny. Not like I would ever use them or anything...
I love it.
Moving on, the house hunt has officially come to a screeching halt as Scotland has found the home of his dreams (and those must be some crazy a** dreams, I tell you what) and is calculating payments for it, amount of interest we would owe, number of back rubs I would require to agree, etc. And whenever the math starts to get to me and makes me turn a little crazy, I start kissing him and all those little numbers fly right out of my head...
I love it.
On the work front I am catching up from my sick day and attempting to conquer one pile at a time. A never ending battle, let me assure you. But then I get all sassy with my co-workers and we start laughing and joking about silly things and I think how happy I am that I like who I work with and I like what I do. And then the sass just gets a little sharper and a little quicker...
I love it.
Gigs' Is Here!
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