Josh really wants to write a post on here. We're not silly or anything.
But we were silly yesterday. OK, I've been noticing a lot of endearing pictures and wedding talk on here. What gives, Sarah?
Yesterday I combed all of Joshy's hair forward and it looked like he had a stuffed animal (or a dead one) on his head. Then he spent 1/2 hour on his face. What gives, Josh?
Yes, you did do that. I felt like a miniature lion, but my growls did not impress you. We're avoiding the first question, though. Certainly you have something besides wedding things to talk about on Saturday nights when I'm sick?
Hmm. No, not really. Actually, I have two things to talk about: weddings and school. That's all. Now, why does it take you 2 hours to write 3 sentences???
I know the feeling of having little to talk about. I take a long time to write because it seems everyone that writes and reads blogs has previously been an English major and I want to make a decent showing. My words come out all gross.
That's not true--we're not all English majors, and you're not gross. You're endearing. I talk about weddings because this is the first one I've ever had to plan, so I find it interesting (and interesting to watch myself because I never knew what I would be like in this situation.) Gross words!
I like English majors, don't get me wrong. I have enjoyed watching you in this situation, too. I have never had a wedding to plan, either. You know what else I enjoy watching you do? Get ready to go away. Cook food. Shop for groceries. Oh dear, I'm getting mushy. Um, let's toughen up for our viewers again.
OK, go kill that cricket.
You have to catch it under a plastic container first.
I did. It's been under there all day. What are you doing???? You lifted up the lid and let it go!
I tried! That sneaky cricket faked me out. I thought he was going left and he went right. What are we doing? This isn't even happening!
But it did happen--just a few weeks ago. So, it's like it's happening, only just not right now. But I agree--maybe we should end this before we completely bore our readers.
Maybe a new glass of wine would help, or maybe we should gossip about somebody. Any ideas?
No, gossiping isn't very nice. I'm really disappointed in you. OK, fine! Let's gossip about Gabe. What should he wear to our wedding?
As I said earlier when he called, bikini briefs are required. After that, he should definitely wear something he feels "Gabey" in.
He suggested wearing a very voluptuous plume of feathers on his butt. I vetoed that idea. Wise of me?
Wise of you. However, let's not suffocate his expression. I don't want "Gabe yesterday" or "future Gabe", I want "Gabe now"! No, I don't want Gabe now, I want "Gabe now".
Definitely not suffocate his expression. Maybe we could supply him with a rifle for one hand and a "WOW 2006" CD in the other!
Hmmm, that would keep people that like to figure things out busy for awhile. Would we supply him with bullets?
Only for the reception. Not the actual ceremony.
Is there a danger in the ceremony and bullets that I'm missing? Perhaps the peacock feathers would be too enticing to his developing hunter mind?
Exactly. Also, the ceremony seems to be a more solemn and serious business--bullets would definitely wreck the mood. However, the reception is a more festive affair; hence, bullets flying randomly would really liven things up.
Aren't we forgetting the alcohol factor at the reception? Alcohol and bullets?
True enough (as we learned from Cheney). Don't drink shots and shoot. Don't imbibe and aim. Don't drink and....
...blog?
Yes, it just occured to me that we are probably scaring our potential guests with all this talk. Maybe we should sign off? (just for the record, we haven't been drinking and blogging)
OK. This was fun, though. I think we could have some pretty successful posts this way. I'm not saying this was "A+" material, but there's potential here. Does anyone else want to be gossiped about?
I'm very proud of you--overcoming your blogging anxieties. You made a good first re-entry into the blogging world, even though it took some serious coaxing at moments. A+!!!
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I'm sure you're trying to stick with a festive color scheme, but the green is REALLY hard to read. Or is it just me?
oh, we didn't even think about the colour scheme. hmmm. but you're right--red was hard to read. i changed it to purple. hopefully that's a little easier on the eyes.
Thanks for the post "Joshy" (I promise not to call you that in real person-hood....in fact, that would be just weird. Anyway, this awkward moment is brought to you by yet another english major, but really, it doesn't mean anything. looking forward to meeting you, and yes, please do blog again.
M
That was really something . . . atrocious! Oh!!!
Really, though, that was adorable. Please don't give Gabe a gun.
Or WOW 2006.
I'm not sure which is more dangerous.
I really enjoyed your joint blog! Made me smile anyway. Although I've never met Josh, you two seem like a great match!! I laughed, I cried (ok I didn't really cry), and it made me want to come back for more. Isn't that what good writing's all about? Keep it comin you two! :)
It's good to get caught up on your life Sarah. I was beginning to wonder if you had dropped off the face of the earth. Glad to know you're doing well (albeit busy), and enjoying life. Maybe you two should come to Moldova for your honeymoon? Any takers? No? Well, the offer stands. Let me know if you change your mind.
There. I posted.
Yukon turned out to be not as exciting as BC. Much more remote, and less mountainous. And the people were... wait. What people? I think 378 is the total headcount for Yukon.
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