How I plan to get married
(Inspired by a link shared by a common friend of Ian and I --- Thanks, Elaine) It has come up, it did. My boyfriend and I have skimmed through the M word for some time now, and making itty bitty smattering of plans that more or less falls on the other side of the line of our relationship. I am glad that our plans constitute of real things like where should we live, where our kids will study, who will be good cop or bad cop to the children. I think it's so much better than just talking about the wedding ceremony itself. I don't care a fig if Ian wears an Armani suit or something bought during the further reduction sale of Marks and Spencers. I don't need a Vera Wang gown, and I don't want fakey grated styrofoam posing as falling snowflakes to annoy my tropical climate guests. I know that girls are stereotyped to be the kind of creatures that keeps Dream Wedding Journals since they were 8 years old. But I have always had what I thought to be a healthy disdain for ...