Before Eric & I got engaged, I, Jess, one of the less girly of the girls I know, would occasionally slip into Barnes & Noble on a day off and flip through...
wedding magazines.
(hangs head in embarrassment)
The irony is, since we've been engaged, I've hated wedding magazines. I HATE THEM. They're filled with the up-and-coming trends for materialistic over-spending brides. Today, due to G20 madness, our clinic was closed (no such thing as a dermatologic emergency, folks) so I did some much-needed cleaning and then strolled to Barnes & Noble. And tried to browse through wedding magazines. Glossy picture after glossy picture of over-priced flowers, dresses, paper products, etc etc etc. I couldn't even get through 10 pages.
Seriously, at the pace I'm working, it's a wonder we'll ever be wedding-ed.
Speaking of G20: the Obamas and Sarkozys are 1 mile away from me right now. Kinda cool, but the helicopters and street closings are kinda annoying. Can't wait til the protesters have cleared out the city and I can go to Starbucks in peace.
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