Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Because having clean balls is important, people.

[….and the Corascope Chronicals continue….]

Saturday morning Scope and I bolted out of bed bright and early and ran for the couch—hmm?….nah, it wasn’t the cartoons which reeled us in, silly! It was a Minister. We cuddled up under a blanket, propped up the speakerphone, and had a talk with the friend who will be the minister at our wedding. We made decisions and plans and things. We toyed with what will and won’t be said and done, where and when at the ceremony. We talked about vows, people!! Vows.

And, holy underpants, Batman! Talk about making it all feel REAL!

But the wedding hullabaloo didn’t end there. Nope. We opened a lovely surprise engagement gift sent to us by one of Scope’s friends. (awww)….


Inside the box was an adorable collection of Christmas ornaments which are said to bring good luck to a bride and groom. This one is my favorite….


Yeah, a heart. The symbol of love. *le sigh* Which looks like “butt cheeks,” according to my giggling kid.

Anyway....

Then Scope and I had our first dance by his dining table. Awwwwww, I know. Have I ever mentioned the odd itty bitty fact that I've never danced with a man before (except when I was a little girl and I used to stand on my Dad's toes as he spun me around the room to Beatles songs)? No? Oh. Well - I had never danced with a man before. There. I said it. I skipped most of the dances in school in favor of reading good books and painting quirky paintings. And, no, I never danced with my former-husband either because ooey gooey things like that just were never his style.

His loss.

Dancing with Scope was lovely. Absolutely lovely. I can't stop smiling every time I think of it. And, get this, next time Scope said he's going to dip me!

Ooh-la-la.

Soon we were feeling all brawny, buff and pumped up enough to tackle a few errands outside the house, like returning a shirt (and ogling the tuxedos) at The Men’s Wearhouse and browsing for possible future furniture at Arhaus, which had this Spoon and Fork Chandelier….



….that I instantly fell in love with and which made me laugh out loud because, as anyone who knew me back in college when I studied photography will gleefully tell you, I had a thing for fork art back then. But—uhhhhhh—with a $600 price tag on that chandelier pictured up there, my love evaporated. Quickly.

After Arhaus, we went to another store I'm reluctant to name yet, where they armed us with a scanning gun and let us loose on the hunt to kick-start our wedding registry. We stalked the aisles stealthily, preying on new pots and pans and bed sheets and a juicer, etc. And what with the bridal registry, ring shopping, and powwow with our Minister completed, we were feeling quite industrious indeed - *patting ourselves on the back* – but exhausted too. Sooo….

Off we went to the Goose Island Brewpub where we noshed on nachos and then we headed home. But wait--on the way we pulled over briefly to fulfill our duty as good bloggers by taking pictures of this hilarious sign just for YOU….


Hmm…. Now I just wanna know if their racks are firm or not. *wink*

[….to be continued….]


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10 comments:

Scope said...

The rack was so firm, they decided to change the name of the opening pool shot from "the break" to "the great bust".

SkylersDad said...

Don't they have a spork chandelier? My gosh, all the hip people are using sporks now.

really...

or is it just me?

Callista said...

OK, so you talked about the minister and then said "holy underpants" for a second there I thought you were going mormon on me. phew!
And I love that chandlier, but you are right that was a steap price. I think you could make it easily though and while you are at it, make me one too please, it will go great in my kitchen. ;)

words...words...words... said...

You always have tremendous (if misleading!) titles.

Also, that ornament TOTALLY looks like butt cheeks :)

The mad woman behind the blog said...

That darn Arhaus, they just want you to FORK over the cash.
So sad how I amuse myself.

We didn't talk about vows before we married...we wed at the court house (gorgeous btw, straight out of old hollywood). You should have seen my face as the justice read them to us to repeat. I was a stuttering fool, wondering what the hell am I doing?
At least I didn't say I'd "obey" that would have been a FAIL!

J.J. in L.A. said...

Aww, crap! 'The mad woman...' stole my comment. lol! I was gonna ask if you agreed to the "obey" part of the vows.

I know a woman who's future hubby agreed not to have that part, then told the pastor to put it back in, so during the ceremony it was a total shock to her. She said, "I'm not going to answer that."

They are now divorced. lol!

Dutch donut girl said...

HA!!! That last picture is hilarious.

And what a great engagement gift.
Hmm... the spoon and fork chandelier is ... um... interesting ;)

BeckEye said...

You actually gave me a really good idea. If I ever get married (and the Earth doesn't swallow us all up as a result), I am totally getting married on the couch. My hubby and I will just snuggle up in our jammies and have the minister do the vows via speakerphone.

♥ Braja said...

The title said it all. I was just saying the same thing to my cat this morning...

Tia said...

that chandelier is awesome!

but nothing beats that bar sign.