Judy Blume stole all my blog titles…Seriously- I’m sitting here, trying to decide a title for this blog and every title happens to be a Judy Blume book. Although this is quite frustrating for me, Judy Blume should feel proud and accomplished that she made such an impact on my life that my subconcious continously reverts back to her today.
Sunday, is our one year wedding anniversary. I have been looking forward to this day since the day we exchanged vows. Why? Mostly because I am ridiuclously in love with my husband and our anniversary marks another notch in the growing older together belt. It makes this crazy dream that I never knew I wanted- real. However, I failed epically at one thing…
I forgot to order our anniversary cake. Over a month ago, I reminded myself, "don’t forget to order the cake. call the cake shop." And I forgot. This afternoon, I called the cake place and gave them my shpeel. And my eyes welled up with tears when she said the calendar was full. Then she said the sweetest, most thoughtful thing ever, " We don’t want you to go without your anniversary cake. How about we make a couple of cupcakes for you?"
The heavens parted and the voices of a thousand angels sang out, "Fuck Yeah!" So Saturday we will pick up our two cupcakes for our anniversary celebration.
The first anniversary wedding gift is supposed to be paper. The modern gift is clocks. Matthew already has an awesome Indiana Jones-esque watch that I gave him for Christmas a couple of years ago and I wanted to stay true to tradition so I decided we would exchange paper gifts. And I also said, "Hey we should make our own gifts!"
What was I thinking? Yeah, I don’t know either. I have a bazillion ideas that I can not share because Matthew reads this blog. Pictures will come later.
Thoughts of what I will create consume me- I sit at work and want to bust out the sharpies but I can’t…ugh!
I was remembering this episode of The Office, when Pam makes a comic book for Jim. I wish I was cool enough to come up with that idea first. Now, if I do that Matthew will think I’m a poser. Actually no, we both know I’m the coolest person her knows (insert smiley face).
Speaking of posers, I dressed up steam punk this weekend.
Love Junkie. 