Email I Just Wrote to Sally, plus Bonus Story

Sally: How are wedding plans? I see you bought your wedding kitty litter.

Liz: Yes, kitty litter; instead of the unity candle thing, we thought we'd do something, oh I don't know, a little more creative. I really want to write an entry about going to the get the marriage license because it was really quite hilarious, complete with a crazy, young foreign couple behind us alternately making out and fighting. And we did about a million and one errands this weekend, which is mostly pictured in that photo (the kitty litter is from Target, because we were there and who knew it came in such a giant jug for such a small price!). This has continued into doing a million and one things for work, which has left me no time to update! Just when I should be updating most! (Although I seem to have found time to write you this email...) We were trying to put together programs last night and it got hard because I couldn't think of three different ways to phrase "And special thanks to..."

And! I keep meaning to ask you, oh book person, do you know any great wedding readings? We're trying to find something to read during the ceremony and nothing is calling to us. Something not too sappy or rhymey. I would really be into a short prose piece or an essay, or something about New York that had love parallels or something. I would even be into projecting a photo essay. I'm stuck.

[Internet: insert help here]

Bonus Story

I am a strange creature if I fall asleep with the light on and wake up a few minutes later. I am completely disoriented, I snap at whoever is near me, and I have irrational, dream-like thoughts coursing through my brain. I would liken it to a state a sleepwalker takes, but to a much lesser extent. J usually has to bear the brunt of this startled state, as the light is usually on because he’s still reading. I end up barking something about going to bed and he’s real nice about it and complies.

But last night? Poor guy. He was finishing up something in the other room and I fell asleep for a few minutes. Who knows what was going on in my head, but when he appeared in the room and inadvertently woke me, my eyes flew open and I let out a loud, terrified scream. Which then scared the shit out of him and caused him to scream back. According to J, I then threw my head back down on the pillow, looked up again and said, “What happened?”

It took me awhile to calm down and get over the giggling fit that took over once I got a grasp on the situation. Whoo boy, I’m lucky that boy loves me.