this morning i found my boyfriend/fiancé asleep on the couch. this was notable for a few reasons, one of them being that i am retarded enough in the morning to have not even noticed he wasn't in bed with me, and the only reason i discovered on the couch is because in my sightless state (i was sans glasses), i heard the cat meowing at me and i walked over to pet her. needless to say, i was surprised to find D sprawled out, in his bathrobe and nothing else. even stranger, there was a jar of mayonnaise on the side table next to him. just D, the cat, his porn-tacular mustache and robe, and a giant, costco sized jar of mayo. good morning, thursday. evidently he'd gotten up in the middle of the night hungry, and had made himself a sandwich then passed out. which is kind of funny on it's own, but i liked the vagueness of what was going on before i figured it out.
i broke down and bought a martha stewart wedding magazine today. not because i'm buying into any of that wedding-industrial-complex or completely-DIY-or-DIE shit, but because i like to see what's out there, and steal ideas and make them my own. if we're going to have a wedding, it might be nice to know what kind. maybe preparing for it in advance will also cut down on some of the stress. or i could just end up getting tipsy on wine and rolling my eyes so far back in my head they freeze that way. if you see me tomorrow and i look crazy, you'll know why.