Well, I am 28 now! Holy crap, do I feel differently! I mean it, the differentness the comes upon you on that fateful birthday morn is indescribable. Food tastes better, upholstery smells better, and the sun seems less full of UV-death-rays. Okay, perhaps I am being a little sarcastic.
My week away was really good. I got to spend a little time with a lot of people: Mary, Amber, Amber’s husband, Stephanie, Stephanie’s husband, Julie (and her parents), Jaime (and her parents), and, of course, my family. Other than the wedding I didn’t really take and pictures. So here, have some wedding pictures.
Whenever I go to a wedding I can’t help think about the things I would do differently at my own wedding. This usually serves only as a depressing reminder that I am not having a wedding. I also depress myself on airplanes where, instead of pondering future weddings, I ponder the possibility of the plane plummeting from the sky. I can’t help this line of thought any more than the wedding one. Oh well–what can you do? While flying back to Chicago yesterday I contemplated the phrase “near miss.” I do not understand this phrase. Because people use it when two things come close to hitting each other, but actually do not. This should be called a “near hit.” A head-on collision is a near miss. You almost missed that other car…but you didn’t.
My plans for the weekend are pretty simple: unpack, laundry, and Olympics. Perhaps I will throw in a second date somewhere in there. He’s been hinting.
Oh i've missed you…..
i've been saying that about "near miss" for years. maybe with two of us people will listen.
Le sigh.
Welcome back!!!