apparently i can't maintain

but i'm working on it.

promises.

you can call me mrs.

of all the fabulous things that have happened since February of 2012, this is my favorite fabulous thing.

handsome and i are legally bound to put up with each other

for the forseeable future.

romantic, yes?

and that isn't all! more updates are coming, if i can just maintain...

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why i feel so lucky...

handsome:  what do you want to do for valentine's day?

me: grab a bite to eat after work
and spend the evening saying how much we love each other.

handsome:  so… you we’re going to treat it like a normal tuesday?

me:  exactly.

because with him, i don't need to designate a day for more love :)

rachel

when i was little, i used to have these horrible nightmares,

and it drove my parents insane-
a fact they couldn't possibly hide from me.

so being such a good child (i really was!)

i tried my best not to call out for them when i woke up at night.

instead i called out for rachel.

so here is to my big sister as she turns 36today-
for always being there

and scaring away the monsters.

you're still my hero...

regrets: hair

i think the reason i'm such a happy person

is because i don't have a lot of regrets.

in fact, there is only one big regret-

and a million tiny ones that i don't think about

very *often.

one of those teeny tiny regrets is my hair.

you see, i used to have this head of

out-of-control

crazy

curls.

i liked them. 

a lot.

i liked that i could be bohemian, or i could flat iron them to look sleek.

then i began to like the sleek look a little more.

and then i got a **respensive flat iron that i can't afford

(but my sister can, so it was a merry christmas to me!)

i thought it would be a good idea

to turn up the heat to

450 degrees...

and my flat iron rose to the challenge!

so well, that i didn't have any curl left.

recently i had about 6 inches of my hair cut off

then i decided to lower the power of my flat iron to

230 degrees

then the flat iron stopped working

altogether.

maybe it was supposed to be-

because this morning i had

an honest

to god

curl.

yes, just one-

but it looked like it might

start a riot.

and i'm okay with that.

*often is relative, yes?

**when ever i think something is over the top,

     i like to add a 're' to the beginning of it... that's not weird, is it?

sometimes i say things i want to take back immediately

like when i tell handsome that i want to date his face off...

conversations that end up this way are generally, well- you know...

handsome:  did you think that was awkward?

me:  yes, that was awkward.

have you ever found yourself at a party,

where you were the only non-married, non-child-rearing person there? 

it’s not weird, is it?

no- it is fun!

now, imagine the party is a meet and greet

for your friend’s newborn baby. 

and you’re there with your main squeeze. 

and the two of you are the only non-married people.

and still, the only other non-parents 

are completely outnumbered by parents. 



it's not that i don't care about pumping v. formula

or about bowel movements

or daycare wait lists

maybe someday i will care very much...

right now,

i care when people talk to me and handsome like

marriage and children

is a done deal.

a foregone conclusion.

something that i need to write down now

because time's a-wasting and

my uterus isn't getting any younger.

because i am aware of my age.

but i'm also aware that our friends love us,

and love us together

so much,

that they can't imagine handsome and i

not having the type of life they do.

but we're not married.

we only talk about marriage in abstracts

and i like it that way…

because for the first time in the history of miss priss dating,

i am not only spectacularly happy with someone,

but i’m really enjoying the journey.

now, don't get me wrong-

if handsome and i keep going on this track o’ bliss

i couldn’t imagine not making it permanent.

actually, i couldn’t imagine not making it permanent now, but for later

does that even make sense?

i love my friends for seeing us as the real thing

i love feeling like we’re the real thing

but it would be nice to have more time to get there...

so for now, i think handsome and i are going to have to deal

with the awkward conversations

and if we are very

very lucky,

maybe in a handful of years

we can make non-married couples just as uncomfortable with our married talk

somewhere down the road

when we're finished dating

you know,

in the future.