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Was informed this morning that invitations for my bridal shower are going out today!
Also on the agenda today: dragging Billy with me to Michael's so I can buy the paper to start making the invitations. Why not go by myself? 1) Money for this project has to come from his side of the contributions 2) I am semi-incapable of wandering around Queens alone. I don't get it at all. I can now wander around my neighborhood by myself in the middle of the afternoon, but the thought of going into an unfamiliar neighborhood freaks me out a little.
Yet if the store were in Manhattan, I wouldn't have a problem. I am weird.
Also weird: discovered over the past week or so that I really like tomatoes. I've avoided eating tomatoes my entire life (except in ketchup, pasta sauce or salsa). And then recently I've been throwing fresh tomatoes into my pastas, eating tomatoes raw with some basalmic vinegar and salt, and today I had my first honest-to-goodness BLT (growing up, whenever Mom made BLTs I just had Bs...toasted bacon sandwiches).
Of course I discover this at the end of tomato season, so goodness knows when I'll be able to eat real, good, fresh tomatoes (without spending a million dollars) again....
Also on the agenda today: dragging Billy with me to Michael's so I can buy the paper to start making the invitations. Why not go by myself? 1) Money for this project has to come from his side of the contributions 2) I am semi-incapable of wandering around Queens alone. I don't get it at all. I can now wander around my neighborhood by myself in the middle of the afternoon, but the thought of going into an unfamiliar neighborhood freaks me out a little.
Yet if the store were in Manhattan, I wouldn't have a problem. I am weird.
Also weird: discovered over the past week or so that I really like tomatoes. I've avoided eating tomatoes my entire life (except in ketchup, pasta sauce or salsa). And then recently I've been throwing fresh tomatoes into my pastas, eating tomatoes raw with some basalmic vinegar and salt, and today I had my first honest-to-goodness BLT (growing up, whenever Mom made BLTs I just had Bs...toasted bacon sandwiches).
Of course I discover this at the end of tomato season, so goodness knows when I'll be able to eat real, good, fresh tomatoes (without spending a million dollars) again....
