It's week 4 and we're still homeless...Gypsy does sound cooler but homeless is closer to the truth. Apparently, I'm supposed to be planning a wedding and buying a dress and worrying about the guest list and all that cripe, instead I'm concerned with when we'll actually be moved in and how the smallest kitchen on the face of the planet is actually gonna work and how in Jebus' name will we get the wood floors clean after all this dusty mess of renovation is over.
Well, I guess this whole wedding thing may be nothing more than me and Matt dressed in nothing more important than a new pair of jeans...I might get my wedding way afterall.
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