I'm mostly pulling weeds right now. Lilly isn't helping. Well, I think she ate part of a weed, so that might count. Or, maybe it was a weed that I already pulled. That doesn't count. Maybe it was a bug, I don't remember.
I have half of the yard done as of tonight. I'll be transplanting the seedlings in a couple of days, as long as we don't get another thunderstorm like we did Friday.
Work didn't happen today. It was suppose to. Oh, I woke up at 5:15 to get ready, on the road at 6:00, at the facility at 6:30. All the while cursing the heavens for being up instead of in bed. It doesn't matter once you get there. Only, today it did, because when I got there, they looked at me funny and said I wasn't on the schedule. I was with my agency, but not with the facility. I guess they forgot to cancel me. So, I was back in bed by 7:00. Does that count as a nap?
Now that school is over, we can get into wedding mode. Not crazy-like (yet), but controlled, dreamy wedding mode. I've been working like a mad woman on our wedding website. It's actually a wedding blog, through blogger.com, you know, just to be unique and creative. I like it, it's different from the cookie-cutter wedding websites, with the champagne flute or love-birds in the background.
Part of our site includes info for out of town guests, which we'll have a lot since we're getting married in Seattle (woot!). You know, the typical, where to stay, how to get around, what to do and eat kind of stuff. It's fun, but it's almost like I have to sell my city. Pike place fish throwing, yes. Space Needle, yes. I'm sneaking in some exclusive, this-is-what-Seattlites-like-to-do stuff in there too.
People better read it though! Seriously.
I've been teaching with the Red Cross a lot lately. Last week, I had my first babysitting class. Imagine yourself in a room with 13 sixth grade girl scouts. I taught them the Heimlich maneuver, and everytime I said "find the belly button" the class would explode with giggles. All because I said belly button. Incredible.
Tonight K's working the evening shift, and I'm all by my lonesome. So we kicked it old-school style and emailed back and forth. We took turns asking questions like, "What do you think the morning of our wedding will be like?", "What will our first apartment be like" and "If you opened a restaurant, what would you serve and how would you decorate it?"
My goodness, I love that man.
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