One more day until oak fungus!
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That was the subject line of a spam email that I almost opened just because, duh, obviously someone who knows me would absolutely address an email to me exactly like that.
In the meantime: four more days! I don't think Yellow Dog would appreciate it if I decided to replace the word "husband" with "oak fungus," but if I start feeling nervous I think that's what I'll do. In fact, maybe that'll just be a blanket rule for any noun.
In related news: last night I had a fever of 100.4 degrees!
Calling all recyclers: we're gathering bottles and jars of various heights to use in a portion of our wedding decor and could use some help.
If you have clear or pale-colored glass items with no labels or very little print that you could bear to part with, please let me know because we could sure use 'em!
Thanks!
We just sent the outline of our wedding ceremony to our officiant.
I think my heart will be beating very, very quickly for at least sixteen more days. After that, the heat of New Mexico should calm it down. (And tacos. Oh, how I love tacos.)
PS Anybody know of some good shoe stores that I wouldn't have thought of? Because I'm just having a dickens of a time in finding appropriate shoes. (Yes, a dickens. Because I'm looking for these shoes while working for my great aunt's textiles factory and may be thrown into debtor's prison.)