Blonde Story Short

My thoughts on beginning the consolidation process i.e. slowly but surely taking all of your crap to the fiance's pad: There is a (very important) formula, and it's been found. I now share it with you...you're welcome, I feel it's my duty. 1. Do it when he's out of town. No one needs to see you sweatily hoisting a pair of ski boots onto the top shelf at 2am on a Friday night. I'm crazy, leave me alone. 2. Play some jams that will keep you going, but not stress you out as you strategically place golf clubs in the opposite corner of the closet (that you now call "your closet"). As long as those clubs are within a reasonable distance from the pale pink bridesmaid dress you wore in '06, it'll be okay to share the space with some of his stuff. The Jams: I recommend Sheryl Crow radio. Every now and then McLachlan will come on and merit a skip but the Alanis, Jewel and Fleetwood hits make it all worth while. When you're getting close to a crash

There are many lessons to be learned, I'm learning, during the engagement months. While they happen almost weekly, I find time to document them, about semi-monthly. Lesson #2 is for the bride that thinks she wants a harp. The harp (and harpist) would be for the gentle sounds of your classic and perfect ceremony, obviously. What you will need in addition to that harp, your potential harpist will promptly tell you... You'll need at least one tree (one is clearly the minimum and several is preferred). You don't have a tree...because you're getting married in the middle of a mountain? Well that's a problem. You see, without trees, you do not have shade, and without shade, your harpist's harp won't stay in tune. No one wants an untuned harp...or an unhappy harpist. Lesson #2 is about more than a harp...and a harpist. I could go on about other things you think you want (like a super hip DJ, and trust me you don't want a super hip DJ. He'll charge you tw