[….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.
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.
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!
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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