A friend just gifted me a block of 6 laser hair removal treatments! My armpits are gonna be so hairless…

So the WTBf proposed on Father’s Day during brunch with our families, and I said yes, because duh. Why would I not marry someone as awesome as he is? We are obnoxiously happy, naturally.

The wedding will be next summer, and I’m planning on wearing a massively poofy red dress with a corset over. Mercifully, nobody has asked if it’s “Whore of Babylon” themed yet with a dress like that.

This is the Weed Popper. I’m considering having its babies. You slide those sharp tines down next to the root, stomp on the lever, and the weed comes flying out of the ground, scattering dirt everywhere. When the dog woke me up at sunrise, my first thought was that I could pop weeds for at least an hour before work. (Shuddup. It’s very satisfying.) Then I came to my senses and went back to sleep.

Came home from pub quiz with the WTBf and friends to find a dozen of these and a Yoda thank you note in my office. They’re just some extra love for all the work I’ve been doing getting the house and yard organized and in shape. He’s the best.

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A writer friend and I read the series, to try and figure out why people were so into it. More time may have been spent discussing vajazzling and whether or not Edward comes glitter. AHEM.

We made it through a week-long bout of this awful, fevered, horking, snot fest illness, and we both still find each other attractive enough to boink. Not right this minute, though. Surprise sexytime snot rockets are so not my thing. Nor are planned ones, for that matter.

To be honest, I have spent my whole life afraid that some dude would see me get gross and nasty sick, then leave me because I was too gross to live, now that he had seen me go through a box of kleenex in two days. Not the WTBf - he made me cups of juice and ordered takeout and watched season 5 of Buffy with me and took care of the dogs when my fever made it hard to be vertical.

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This just made my night after watching a bunch of Say Yes To The Dress: Fat Brides Have No Confidence edition, which teaches us that the people you trust most will totally let you spend thousands on a strapless dress that gives your back fat a disturbing amount of cleavage.

Lafayette would never do that. Because Lafayette is the best ever.