3/12.
Not only did Ryan and I finally got our shit together enough to take our engagement photos…
We also got our shit together enough to order and send our save the dates.
Honestly, a miracle we actually got them sent out before the wedding at the rate our lives are going.
OF course there was a touch of a fiasco involved in the whole process.
So, now I’m here to tell you no matter how much you want to save like $30 and no matter how cute and retro you think postcards are, do NOT use them as save the dates.
2/12.
I didn’t get as much reading done in February as I did in January, but I’ll blame that on it being a short month.
Parenting has to be hard. Obviously I wouldn’t know ā the idea of me having kids is laughable ā but after spending an extended weekend with Ryan’s brother Derek, and my soon-to-be nephew (Braxton) and niece (Adler), I’m even more convinced parenting is not for me.
Sorry mom and dad.
Derek, Braxton and Adler were able to escape the beyond frigid temps of the midwest late last month to fly out to Arizona for an extended family weekend celebrating Ryan’s dad’s birthday ā first up around Flagstaff and Williams, and then downstate in Phoenix and Casa Grande, which is Ryan’s hometown.
That’s it, that’s the post.
Ryan and I recently checked our MOST anticipated box off our wedding planning to-do list: Cake tasting.
1/12.
Aaaannnddd… we’re back with more *~*socially acceptable dissociating*~*!
It’s kinda wild how pervasive Internet culture is.
I’m not on social media anymore, but I also can’t escape it.
Apparently there’s a little trend going on right now with the start of the new year where we’re all posting our 2016 moments and memories.
Like, truly can’t escape it. Friends that have posted their 2016 memories on social media have sent me screenshots so I don’t get FOMO. Thank you, friends! Glad to be part of your memories.
I obviously can’t share on Instagram, but since I’ve been around on this URL for waaayyyy too long, I thought it might be kinda fun to take a peek back in the vault and laugh/cry at the version of me that existed (and was thoroughly documented) 10 years ago.
Well, rabid bobcat or no rabid bobcat, Ryan and I finally got around to getting our engagement photos taken.
(There was a rabid bobcat.)
