First…a non-wedding related confession. I need to start with a little explanation. As it’s election season, and there are state and federal senate seats up for grabs as well as the presidency, there are a lot of yard signs out touting the various candidates. My neighbor has one in her yard/my yard. (It’s a duplex. We share a front yard) It’s not for a candidate I would support, but it’s totally her prerogative to have it there. The next thing you need to know, to exonerate me by the end of this story, is that Fred got up this morning not putting any weight on his right rear leg. I’m not sure if he pulled something yesterday, or stubbed his toe or what. He tends to be a drama queen when anything remotely hurts. That makes it difficult to find out what’s real and what’s drama. Anyway, I ran my hands up and down his leg to see if anything felt out of place, or if he was going to jump when I hit a tender spot. After a few minutes, I didn’t find anything, and he was walking around and putting weight on the suspect leg. But when I took him out for his constitutional this morning at 6AM, I kept watching his walk to see if he was showing any stiffness. I wasn’t really paying attention to anything else. And that’s when Fred made his political statement by lifting his leg on my neighbor’s sign. Apparently he doesn’t support that candidate either.

I’m marrying the best guy in the world. Yesterday was my second swim session, and I came home pretty freaking tired. Chris had done his part to pop our dinner into the oven, and then started working on folding the map/hotel info sheets that we’re putting into the invitations. I didn’t have to ask and it was super nice to have some progress on the invitations even though my eyes were crossing and I knew I wasn’t going to get anything done.

We’ve been talking about songs to play at the reception. For when we come into the reception hall, we’ve been kicking around the song “Beautiful Day” by U2 (“It’s a beautiful day, don’t let it slip away”). But of course that led to discussion of another U2 option – “With or Without You” (“My hands are tired, My body bruised, she’s got me with nothing to win and nothing left to lose.” “With or Without You, With or Without You, I can’t live, With or Without You”). Chris found the ultimate song that gives a nod to our age difference – Beastie Boys “Booming Granny” (“Yeah, ah yeah, aw yeah This one's dedicated to all the ladies in the front, the back, All my older ladies out there, lookin nice, you know who you are Whew!”) I think a conga line led by our midriff baring mothers would be a nice added touch. What do you think ladies? Maybe a navel ring and tattoos to add a bit of panache to the proceedings? But my friend Kathy may have a definite idea for a last song of the night – Bicycle Race by Queen. (“I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my, Bicycle races are coming your way, So forget all your duties oh yeah!)

- posted by cam @ 1:51 PM