what an engaging conversation

(Alright mommo you knew this was coming. )

I was blessed to have the most enthralling conversations with my parental units this weekend. Separately of course, they gave me their own special brand of "honeymoon preparedness" advice. Needless to say, it was the most embarrassing convo of my adult life,
(and that includes the time that my best friends mom asked me if we had been showering together. No. thanks for assuming that.)
and not one that I would be broadcasting all over the internet. But for a quick glimpse into my horror, I will reveal that my father used the phrase *shudder* pelvic exam and my mother came up with a quirky analogy of microwaves and crock pots to describe the differences between men and women. Utter humiliation.

After that, I was able to move onto the drudgery of spending my parents money to pay for some very B. E. A. UTIFUL decorations for my reception. (payback baby, payback!) I am quite happy to report that the reception planning is 80% complete after the exhausting decision making that I did this weekend.

I witnessed the miracle of forgiveness when my little brother graduated despite his overwhelming number of absences (probably due to motorbikes, girls and cars most assuredly in that order) and laughed heartily when I saw his cap askew *that's right I said athhhhquuuueeeeee* (which must be pronounced with a lisp) and his constant bored expression of *I will die this very moment if someone does not rescue me from the monotony of this event* so perfectly befitting of an eighteen year old boy.

I also was able to have my sister do my hair and nails this weekend, and she is progressing quite nicely, although she still suffers from a slight case of overconfidencitis and needs a little more practice. Alas, this disorder seems to be compounded by my own perfectionitis which causes much wailing and gnashing of teeth. (mostly mine)

As the self proclaimed queen of bad timing, I said goodbye to my parents as one was in the bathroom and the other was shaving her legs (three guesses!) to whit I hope they will forgive me for my inconsiderability. *yah that's right, I just made that up!*



"No really mom, I am sorry." To whit she would reply "fugettaboutttittt..." *gangsta mommo style*