so really, there truly is this man named max who i am going to marry next friday. really. he does exist. it is just that i cant get him to remember things, like writing on this here blog. which frankly, continues to make this a one woman show. which is just fine with me.
life has sped up considerably since school ended. lots of work to do before next friday. BECAUSE I AM GETTING MARRIED NEXT FRIDAY. oi vey. totally nervous about everything. but i did manage to get the flowers, finally. did you people know that mini-gerbs existed? too cute. and i will be having them. in many shades of pink. who knew that i would be having such a girlie wedding? and for those of you who know me, you know how i react to presents. nowadays i find myself screaming at least once a day. it is pretty great.
and the sklar/brown household would like to welcome michigans very own ry-boy mcclure to the fray. he is mystic ave's newest and youngest resident. unless you count the bunny, that is. it is one full house. minus uncle jesse.
ciao until next time, or until maxilla gets it together,
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