




Well, all I've managed to do the last two weeks is eat too much, work out too little, turn my room into a war zone, drive all over the south, fight with credit card companies and have a knock down drag out with the post office.
At Thanksgiving I left my wallet under the table in a bar, but I didn't know I left it at the bar, I was convinced it was stolen, so I canceled everything, only to find my wallet. Now I argue with the credit card companies about various problems. Also, the post office lost a very important package with a dress in it and now I have to pay a whole lot more for another one.
Despite all of this, I'm about to move in with the man I love, graduate with a Masters degree and have the job fairy leave a nice, pretty, perfect job under my pillow in exchange for the tooth I'm getting a new crown on tomorrow (wouldn't that be nice?).
Here's what you missed:
I went home
Ashur turned 6
Jed broke his finger
Isabella's a pro-crawler
I went to Baton Rouge
David and I are getting married
What, what's that you say, are you and David getting married?

Chandle and David, take two: January 4th, Las Vegas, Nevada, Red Rock canyon at 3pm, be here or be square (I'll post the video link a couple of days after) I promise, I'll post pictures. Don't worry, we'll have a little get together in Little Rock one of these days. We wanted it to be a surprise, but you know how good I am at surprises. We don't want a big to-do, we just want to get married.
P.S. that is NOT my dress, boo David's bridal, my dress is lost in the fourth dimension of the Dallas post office.
Anyway, I'm sorry I'm such a bad blogger. I promise, soon my life will be so exciting, you'll be checking my blog with baited breath.