The cry of the rat baby..

Big things are going down in the land of the Dugger-Scofields. (If I ever needed reason enough to not go for the hyphenated last name, there it is).

Most of the week, I look forward to Sunday's Target circular. And though yesterday's had no special on cheese products, it did not disappoint in the least.

As some may know, the Cuban is the reader I profess to be. Consequently, there are many books in our existence. So we'd talked about storage/display surfaces for said collection. And yesterday became the day we bought our first piece of furniture.

At a sale price of $16 compared to the regular $19, it may not be the steal it appeared from afar, but it is ours. And it is black. Just like the coffee table and end tables for the living room. (Thanks, Aunt Tembra). So, it is what it is. And we have progressed without trying.


By the way, brother Matthew helped clean my camera, so visuals should be on the horizon.

But Mario Kart is now. As one of my bridesmaids would say, that's pretty sweetass.

K

Target is closed on Easter..

Hello, everyone.

If my technophobe of a best friend can write down a url and visit a blog, I can prop up my little legs and give her some semblance of an update.

See, I have grandiose visions of what this is to be. I mean, having family in town this weekend was a nice remedy from the daily grind. (Although I'm not really sure if my existence could accurately be described as a grind).

I digress. Thoughts of pastel eggs and specially packaged candy danced in my head. There would be limitless content for said blog. I have a ring. I have a fiance. And I have family. In one room. AND there's a religious holiday thrown into the mix.

We could've been those uber-cool people to upload shots of multiple generations Wii-ing. You could've seen that Granny cleaned Rachel's little head with something may have been 409.

But, it was not to be. After operating at full health for a complete month, yesterday was the day my nose was a faucet and snot acted the part of water. It was dir. And Dayquil was necessary.

So, you were failed once again.

The best I can offer is a recap of three hours of "Party of Five" episodes from '94. (Which is pretty sweet, by the way. And any bridesmaid who may want to sport the Topsytail has my blessing).


Seriously, though. Is there anything better in this world than On Demand? I may say hurtful things about you, Comcast. But you never fail to entertain me in new and exciting ways.

Austin is currently reading a book with the word "dragon" in the title. Red flag?

Your thoughts are appreciated.

Mad love.

K

Taking a break from ironing ankle skirts..

During tomorrow's lunch break, Austin and I will meet with the nice-so-far lady at The Chattanoogan to sign the contract for our reception.

And we get to give her a sizeable check. (It's all so you can eat, drink and be merry while celebrating our love).


If you're lucky, the details of such will be shared then.

However, visuals are important. And I may have gotten a fingerprint on my camera's lens during the Seaside stay in September. And Austin may have opted to not buy me lens cleaning paper on our last jaunt to the capitalistic mecca.

So, really. It's his fault if Panda Club sucks.

See, I already have a good handle on the dynamics of marriage.


K

We have arrived

Hi, everyone.

Austin and I are getting married. A blog should help keep everyone informed.

Let's just hope that we're more committed to our relationship than I have been in previous blogging attempts.

In the interim, feel free to pencil in May 23, 2009. Good times will be had.


K