I left my purse at home this morning. I realized it just as I was getting on the highway. This is inconvenient in so many ways. Like, it’s a certain time of the month… and I don’t have my cell phone… and I’m getting my hair done tonight and I don’t have my wallet, and… well I miss my pretty red bag!

What’s with Tux places? We stopped at Men’s Wearhouse on Sunday. A gentleman approached us and we mentioned that we were getting married. His response? “My Regrets”. My response (in my head), “go f*@k yourself.” We left shortly thereafter to hit Mr. Tux. The gentleman there was much friendlier “congratulations!” he said. Greeting. Check.

However he wasn’t so patient with our needs. There were like two yellow vests to choose from and Jimbo didn’t really like either one, and the dude was no help and seemed impatient. We left.

Now we’ve got plans to hit Marry & Tux in Nashua, and some other place that I can’t recall at this very moment.

Thinking about combined holiday cards and save the dates. Must get working on that. Still have two more florists to check out. Gotta figure out the final registry thingers. Jimbo and I have to sit down and agree on a cake style. Meet with the country club, pick linens, menus… blah blah blah. It’s fun actually, and I enjoy it.