Teamwork...
Sar and I are a team.
We are like a “band of brothers” fighting our way out of the trenches and through adversity. (Except Sar is a girl, so that is totally incorrect) We are like Joey and Chandler (Friends), Lauren and Audrina (The Hills), Meredith and McDreamy (Grey’s), all the Ninja Turtles, and a whole lot like He-Man and Shira…
I’m sorry. That last one was totally out of line. Not only does that show you how not cool I am, but it also points out how not cool I was as a kid. My bro and I used to watch He-Man like it was our “job”. We clocked in at 3:26 pm after school everyday, and prepared to be the best “employees” possible for those coveted 30 minutes. Commercials full of Hi-C ads and Skip-it flashed before our eyes and not a word was spoken or a movement made. Dare I say, not a breath taken. We watched intently, waiting for He-Man’s magnificent tiger to go from cowardly to courageous. I realize that many of you readers (believe it or not, I think there may be 6 readers!) are women. So, I imagine that you aren’t too hot on the topic of He-Man and honestly I don’t blame you. Who walks around shirtless wearing a loincloth anyway?
Lets not even talk bad about the Turtles ok? Girls and guys watched alike so I don’t want to hear shit. Everyone knows the damn theme song and everyone knows that Splinter could kick anyone’s ass. “Heroes in a Half Shell, Turtle Power!”
(If you were thinking or in fact just shouted out “Turtle Power” after reading “Heroes in a Half Shell”, you need a hobby.)
I just spent three paragraphs on my youth. I apologize again. That is not really wedding related, in fact I would think if Sar reads this it may have a negative affect on the whole wedding process. I.E. She would call it off.
Back to the teamwork talk of the first paragraph. I wrote a while ago about our kitten, Elle. Well I wanted to give you folks an update as to how she’s doing and how she relates to the wedding. Currently, Elle makes all decisions in our home. She decides where everyone sleeps, she decides who gets to eat dinner, and she definitely decides whether I get to use the computer or not. Let me explain further.
When I sit down to write a lovely heart wrenching blog, Elle often decides that that’s a bad idea. She thinks it’s cool to walk over and sit down directly on the keyboard in mid-sentence. Often that makes the sentence look like the following…
“One day I was blogghyser ergerghwethywrarhygwhjnjrygws”
Sometimes I like to eat dinner in front of the T.V. with my plate of healthy gross tasting food sitting in front of me. It’s quite common for Elle to decide she is human and walk onto the table and stick her nose and tongue in my food. Have you ever smelled a cat’s breath? Well once you do, you will never want their face near your food, gross tasting or not. Dinner is over.
Sometimes after a long day of work, I like to go to sleep so I can wake up for another long day of work. Elle decides when this actually happens. If she is not sitting on my chest and glaring at me daring me to move, then she is scraping the walls with her claws, which sounds like what I envision the “Guinness World Record Holder” for longest nails scraping a blackboard a football field long until her nails are nubs.
This morning, Elle went in for her spay. (I.E. no more sex) I am heartbroken and both Sarah and I are grieving immensely. We can pick her up tomorrow. Tomorrow, which feels like a year or two away. We don’t know what to do with ourselves. I’m not sure when to eat, where and when to sleep, and I’m just barely typing these words out without her spelling error help.
We have two big wedding decisions to make tonight. Yet we sit here without our leader. How can we decide whether to have a Polaroid guest book without her non-English speaking input? Who will decide which of the 40 different bridesmaid gifts Sarah has bought should be “the one”? Only the princess can help us now, but we have no access to her.
A trio we are. Two humans and a cat, all walking the “Green Mile” of marriage. If this is me now, a dog person who has a cat, the world better watch out when we have kids. I’m a mess and I am proud to admit it. We have 44 days left folks. 44. Decisions still need to be made. Who will make them? I’m going crazy. Will tomorrow never come?
I need the wisdom. The wisdom of the cat…
The Groom
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LOL I never watched He-Man or the Turtles. Guess I missed out on all the fun :D
If you lived in the same city as me, and you told me sooner, I would have been happy to loan you our cat as a temporary place holder until Elle returns from the vet.
Squash has his own unique "endearing" tendencies. The worst of which is whenever I look at him or he looks at me his mouth begins salivating like a Bull Mastiff. Drool doesn't begin to describe the amount of liquid he douses my hands and keyboard with. The best part is when he shakes his head like a dog and the saliva flings right, left, up, and down all at the same time. It's a truly amazing spectacle! He doesn't lay on the keyboard but rubs his drooling face against my typing fingers so hard that my blog posts being to lok laake eahtis.
I hope Elle is home safe and sound and that's great you had her spayed. Both of our pets are snipped.
Love reading your posts... It is honestly scary how much your wedding planning journey/life sounds exactly like mine and my fiances. Kittens and all =)
I got one of them...he is 15 years old and I swear the only reason I am marrying J is because the damn cat approves!
I love reading your posts about Elle... My cat, Jasmine, is exactly the same, except she doesn't lay on the keyboard, she lays on my arms! She helps make all major decisions, wedding related or otherwise!
Oh, and since I have brothers I watched He-Man, Shera, and all the others too. :)
Raphael is cool but rude - Michaelangelo is a party dude
just wanted to point out - its been more than a month since you posted!! SOME of us have gotten into the stressful part of planning since then and could really use a dose of laughing from a groom-to-be!! Help us out here Mike!! =) How's the cat?