I have to pick colors.
That's what my mom just told me.
I am happy with pastels...all pastels.
My flowers...they're just going to be a beautiful mix of spring pastels.
But now...now I have to pick specific colors.
I am the world's worst bride.
My top three are sage green, lavender, and ... and ... and ...
My top two are sage green and lavender.
Hold on while I ask my mom what color she wants.
Imagine that there is some nice elevator music playing while you're holding on.
My mom wants to wear lavender.
So she shall wear lavender.
I'm glad we got that settled.
In other news...Jason went with me to a trade show I had to go to for work.
We've been in the nursery business for years...the people who sell me stuff sold my dad the same stuff 20 years ago.
We're like family. We're tight.
They were happy I am engaged. They were happy to meet Jason. They all told him he was one lucky guy. (Remember we're like family...) And then when Jason turned his back the guys said to me, "If he doesn't treat you right, he'll have me to deal with." (Remember we're tight...)
I like being tight with people.
Come to think of it...
We're tight aren't we? You and me?
Yeah...that's what I thought.
Okay, this has clearly been too much babbling.
But you like my babbling don't you?