I’m still here, hanging on. Thank you for all the hugs and comments.
My prescription for grieving has always been KEEP BUSY. So I kept busy this weekend.
Buying shoes at target:
Eating.
Going to church and work.
Uhhh…eating. Sunday Kev and I went to a new BBQ place. Mmmmm…tasty BBQ. Kev’s chicken was amazing. The beef brisket was a little dry, but the pulled pork was good. And fried okra…droooool…
I made sure nothing I ate had any nutritional value. It was a rousing success. Then we went home and I fell into a food-induced coma on the couch for two hours.
Spoke with my parents, and then my brother. Who agreed to be Kev’s best man…somewhat grudgingly.
Bro: you AMBUSHED me!!
ESC: did NOT. Mom said she told you a while ago that you might be in the wedding.
Bro: but I didn’t think BEST MAN. I didn’t want to have to DO anything for this.
ESC: you don’t have to do anything. Just don’t lose the rings.
Bro: but I’ll have to give a toast. What do I say? I don’t have anything to say.
ESC: you haven’t been at a loss for words for 10 years, E, I’m sure you’ll come up with SOMETHING.
Because OH BOY, does my brother like to talk. Seriously. Sometimes you just have to tell him “E, shut UP.” It doesn’t help, but it might make you feel better. He actually spent most of the conversation talking about some rat-like pets that he and his girlfriend have and they bought a new cage because the one had babies and then she died and they didn’t really know why it died but then they looked it up and it turns out the food they were eating had molasses and raisins and apparently these things get diabetes real easy and oh I think the wheel on this cage is shitty, and that sucks because the cage was like $90 but I got 20% off and maybe I’ll just stick a pen in it to make it stop rattling and…
OH MY GOD SHUT UP!
see what I mean? And this is my hardcore tattoo artist brother. Talking about little rat like things and how cute they are when they’re babies.
whoa. living with his girlfriend CHANGED him!
Anyway…the engagement pictures are ready. We’re kind of “meh” about them. But neither of us enjoy getting out pictures taken, so that’s to be expected. Do not bug me to see the pictures. If you have access to the wedding site, the link is there. If not, you’ll just have to wait until we pick out the ones we like and get the files. Suck it.
I think the pics are great!
He’ll be fine, once he figures out what he wants to say
“So, I didn’t really know what to expect when I first met Kev. I mean, I figured he couldn’t be all that bad of a guy, if >I am pretty sure I know your actual name, but I am also sure we are not on a first name basis, seeing as I have never met you
Well, I have no idea what happened to the above comment, but whatever happened, it wasn’t good…
uhhh…what?
Nice shoes!
I was best man at my brother’s wedding. I gave my new sister-in-law my condolenses for marrying my brother. I also mentioned what a wonderful woman she must be to put up with him. She commented I had warned her far too late.
I wanted to check out your wedding site, but I don’t have it bookmarked and can’t find it. Do you have a link for it I’m too stupid (I’m a man after all) to find?
Love the shoes!!!