I've said this before and I will say it again... living in NYC is completely and utterly making me shed my morals and values. Not because I'm exposed to bad influences (which I am) but because of necessity. I never intended to have someone else do my laundry for me but alas here I am, because the laundry mat is 6 blocks from my house and don't have hours that really work with my schedule.... and I'm lazy....
I've always sworn that I would not move in with my significant other before I was married. Due to financial reasons (i.e. saving money) I've agreed to alter that to until we're engaged.... However, this morning I was on craigslist and I saw a 2 bedroom, 1 office, giant kitchen, living room, bathroom, etc....
lots of closet space and sunlight (!!) apartment in my neighborhood which is right in my price range. Morals, values... completely out the window.... I emailed the link to both my roommate and my boyfriend and decided whoever the first taker was that would be the person I'd move in with!! ... Of course 30 seconds later I realized that they were both on business trips and were in different time zones and chances were at 8:30am EST...I would have zero takers. This was a major Debby Downer.... but probably for the best..... their respective business trips were the only thing keeping me from being a moraless apartment hunting tramp.
I've noticed that ever since the first crazy vet that I met with told me to specifically keep my dog away from pennies....pennies keep popping up all over my house. I was cleaning over the weekend and I found 15 pennies scattered through out the house.... 15.... not a small number... I'm starting to think someone is trying to assassinate my dog.
I am not the first of my friends to have to walk down the aisle.... the bridesmaid aisle that is....
but I am the first of my friends who is a bridesmaid to someone none of us really know. My brother is getting married. His fiance is a very sweet girl and when she asked me to be a bridesmaid I promptly replied ...
"if you stick me in a tacky dress with a bow on my a$$ I'm not going to be anything...." Not because I think she has bad taste, she always dresses well... but sometimes I think brides crumble under the pressure of having to make so many decisions that some of them lose all sense of their senses and their friends and family suffer the consequences.... case and point.... when my sister was getting married she wanted to make my dress slightly different from the rest of the bridesmaid dresses since I was the maid of honor. Her way of doing this was creating a slit in my dress that went all the way up to my mid thigh.....
(!!) .... fortunately her fiance turned out to be completely mental so the wedding was called off and I was saved from wearing that catastrophy of a dress. Of course my blatent objection to wearing a tacky dress for quite possibly the sweetest future sister in law ever, has resulted in my friends sending emails where they stick my head on various bedazzled dresses.....
Lastly, I realized this morning that when it rains here, I become a complete disaster.... I'm not sure why exactly, but without fail it happens. This morning I left the house in navy pants and a black top. I also stepped in a giant puddle on the way to my office so I was soaking went from like my knees down...I'm hoping that my recent purchase of wellies from J. Crew will help with the rain = basket case problem...cute shoes solve all problems.
