*sigh*
Today was the 3rd time Jason has ever cooked dinner since we've been together. These steaks taste like leather. Note to self: bring this up in pre-marital counseling. I will never understand how the same man who can grill anything to perfection, cannot operate a simple gas stove.
I have not returned to the gym. I am protesting as a form of allegiance to the protection of the failing donut industry. Somebody has to take up for the little (haha) people. Jason is upset because he's paying for my gym membership. Apparently I have to go tomorrow. Or else.
I realize that that our wedding is less than 260 days away (July '10) and time is slipping by me. I have NOTHING. A friend threatened to strap me into her car and drive me around to venues until I pick a place. That's probably the best approach.
Wait... I do have something. The catering menus have been sent to me, and I am picking out the food and getting a price. But here's the battle: Jason, with a straight face, informed me that he wanted "soul food" for our wedding. I will be delicate in my approach to shoot him down, and looking out for you, dear potential guest, as I realize you probably don't want to have fried chicken grease all over your face in my wedding pics, which are bound to be published in all the best publications.
Till later, smooches.
Oh and here's a picture of me and one of my very best friends in the world (and a Matron of Honor for my wedding) last night at the Soul Train Awards:
