latest update......i punched 400 holes into what can only be described as cardboard covered steel disguised as paper...seriously, you all better like those save the dates..

The story of my fat lip....this is short...but sweet...and kinda funny....so, last night....we went out on Mission 434. That's the 434th wedding-related trip of the year.....we went to look at shoes, tuxes, i stopped to pick up the Brothers of a Feather CD...Adrienne went into the Christmas Tree Shop...I walked out with the cd, she walked out with 20 hurricane vases for center pieces....you all had BEST like those centerpieces...and I expect to hear about them at the wedding. Anyways...we loaded my car with 20 ginormous and fragile glass domes and headed for hooo......wait a minute, we had to stop and pick up ribbon from Joanne Fabrics....then we were headed for home...now the fun part...

So, you know how in cartoons and the Goonies if you step on a rake it flies up and hits the person in the face? That's funny right. Well, in the cartoons the rakes are always in the grass and the pointy parts are facing up so the foot catches it and it flips up and boom...ha ha funny....well....in a darkened room, while a flustered overtired person is searching for keys, and the other person is looking for the light switch, and the rake is resting against the wall, pointy side down so that no "accidents can occur", it is quite possible for one to step just right on the rake and have it fly up and hit a person in the face.....now, a fat lip is cool when you can make up a fun story about that bar fight or whatnot, but when you split your lip and your spittin blood and checking your teeth, well, that just sucks...and at 31 a bar fight ain't cool....so...that's my story...alas, it doesn't end there....see...so...there I am, in the livingroom, fat lip, bloodied and battered, punching holes in the very cool and soon to be delivered save the dates.....when.......bing bong...doorbell...bingbong...at 10 at night...WTF..."honey, it's the police"....You don't ever like the police showing up at your door at night for no reason...So.....i open the door...."Hi, we received 2 911 calls from here. Is everything all right?" "911...uh...what...." "Oh, that was me...I'm sorry....I accident hit the emergency button on the phone, calling 911...but I hung before it could call....." Seems the love of my life was calling her folks and hit the emergency button, hung up and hit the "1" to call her folks....and ignored the beep beep beep of call waiting......so, there I am, bloody and swollen with a cop eying us suspiciously, two 911 calls placed....me hurtin.....to be honest, I think he was eying Adrienne suspiciously.....

Pretty sure we're on the watch list now.