Wedding date change

After a heart-to-heart with my parents and a weekend of endless discussion, my fiance and I have decided to change our wedding date to this coming October.

It all started this weekend when I was chatting with my parents at lunch and I made a comment in passing that I wish we could get married sooner but I know they wouldn't pay my college tuition if we were married, which I totally understand. Long story short, they changed their mind because I work hard in school and have been making the Dean's List since my sophmore year, and they thing we can handle it.

We are so excited!

First day of semester was today.

It was boring.

Christian Social Ethics and Disesases in History.

Hoping and praying.

Exciting things may happen!

Sweet wedding cakes... or not.

My chef cousin has been bugging me to find her some photos of wedding cakes I like for months now, since she is designing and making my wedding cake... which well over a year away, mind you. I sent her these as a joke. Some of these I actually found on professional cake baker's websites, sadly. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did... but probably not!

Hey, guess what?

I'm getting married in 1 year, 5 months.

Which is... not soon enough!

Nerd

My fiance has offically and totally turned me into a nerd. I beat my first video game ever: MySims Agents.

So bittersweet.

Wanna puppy?

I arrived home afer being gone a little over 5 hours. To my surprise, I found a very hyper puppy, among a few others things, like:

a chewed bottle of aspirin
a chewed clothes hanger, in about 15 pieces
a stuffed elephant with it's tail missing
an open and chewed bag of peppermint nougats
3 peppermint Dove chocolate wrappers
what I am supposing was a lint roller.

AND. (oh, here's the kicker)

A crater the size of my head in the living room couch, and lots and lots of couch stuffing around the entire living room.

After I calmed down from pacing/shrieks of madness/laughter, I called my dad.

"You might want to take mom out for a few drinks before you come home."

Dad said, "Why?"

"Oh. Um. How do I say this? Triton ate the ouch."

(I could almost hear him wince over the phone.)

Dad said, "Are you coming home tonight?"

Giggling, I said, "Hell no."

He called me a chicken. I call me smart.

Mondays

Starting next week, my Mondays are going to suck balls.

6a-2:30p Work
4p-5:15p Christmas Social Ethics (whatever that means)
5:30p-6:45p Diseases in History (gag me)

Thank God the rest of the week doesn't seem quite as bad.