Trista and Ryan’s Wedding last night and taped the second hour. I’ll have to watch what I taped at some point today so I find out how it ended! (My prediction: There was a wedding)
I have to admit, I’m a little horrified that all the associated wedding costs came out to $4 million. I mean, that’s an awful lot of money to spend on ONE DAY. Of course, our own wedding (cake included!) cost about $200, so I should probably just shut up.
I do love that damn Trista to death, even though she’s high-maintenance (pretty much the anti-Robyn) and the baby talk thing drives me up the wall. And I was happy she chose Ryan (oddly, I wasn’t much of a fan of Ryan’s until the last episode of The Bachelorette, and he was getting dressed to go see if he’d been chosen, and I saw him nekkid from the waist up and may I just say HUBBA HUBBA) and I hope they live happily ever after.
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Fred was interviewed on the radio in Michigan this morning (by phone, I guess I should add – he didn’t actually go to Michigan), causing a small flood of sales, which necessitated a trip to the post office (well, that’s a lie. I was going anyway, but I had to process several sales before I went). I got to the post office and parked, then got my packages out of the Jeep. As I was walking toward the door, I saw a small group of women, each of them laden with three or four packages each.
You better believe I hauled ASS getting in the door before them, because that was one group I didn’t want to have to wait behind. I could tell just by looking at them that they wouldn’t just want to mail the packages and be done with it. No, they were the sort who would want Delivery Confirmation on every single package, but wouldn’t think to have the slips ready before they got up to the window, and instead would have to slooooooowly fill each and every slip out while people waited impatiently in the rapidly growing line behind them. And after they filled out all their slips and all their packages were processed, they would decide to pay by check, and NATURALLY it would never have occurred to them to begin filling out the check ahead of time, and they would slooooowly fumble for their checkbook, slooooowly make out the check, and then sloooowly fumble for their driver’s license.
I made it in the door ahead of them, thank god, and was only annoyed by their bright and happy chatter for a few minutes before I handed my packages over to the postal employee, paid, and was on my way.
And speaking of Fred’s radio interview, last night before I fell asleep, all I could think was “Thank GOD it’s him and not me.” I also thanked god that I’d decided I’d never do another interview with anyone, ever, because if
I had been scheduled for that interview this morning, I wouldn’t have gotten a single wink of sleep last night. I stress easily over things like that, and stress like that, I neither want nor need.
Thank god I’m not famous. I could handle being followed around by the paparazzi, but live interviews on the TV and radio? Fuck THAT.
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You know, I swear to god that I don’t mean to put so many pictures of the Bean up, but he keeps being cute when I happen to have the camera at hand, and so I have to take his picture and post it, whereas the other kitties are all off upstairs hanging out on the bed, and do you really think I’m going to haul my ass up there to take a picture? Hell no.
He’s cute when he’s laying on the desk, getting in my way.
He’s cute when he’s snoozing on the couch.
He’s cute when he’s trying to figure out the best way to get up on that monitor and pick on Miz Poo.
And he’s especially cute when he reads who I’m chatting with and what we’re talking about.
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I miss having a monitor kitty 🙁
Hey Robyn if you don’t mind saying, which station in Michigan did Fred interview with? I’m from Michigan so of course, I’m dying to know. lol!
Fred was interviewed on 97.5 and 107.3 (one morning show that plays on both stations – I believe they’re oldies stations).
Hi Robyn-
I wanted to let you know that you and Fred must be some sort of celebrities, because I had this fucked up dream last night that I went down to Alabama to meet you guys and I was hanging out at your house sitting at your kitchen table admiring your lovely hardwood floor (in the dream, your kitchen had hardwood floors-heh)and talking to Fred while we waited for you to come home from somewhere. You eventually came home and then my mother joined us and the Spud came home from school or somewhere and instead of looking like her lovely self, she looked like some kid from the 80s, complete with leg warmers and a ponytail on the side of her head! I have no idea why I was visiting ya’ll, or why my mother showed up, but I do remember that you and Fred had nice voices. Hee! I have wacked out dreams sometimes, but usually they involve people that I know! Thought you’d be amused. There were no cats in the dream, though- that’s just not right!
Cheers,
Lisa
Those kitty toes are just begging to be played with!!!
He IS NOT CUTE when he’s YAWNING at our exciting conversation, the brat!
Two things – joining your notify list may have been the single best thing I’ve done all week. How cool to get an email notifying me when the entry is up. How nerdish of me that I think this is cool!
I loved your entry from last year. I have not stopped laughing about your “promised/delivered” photos – too funny!
Robyn, Trista’s baby talk was driving me up a tree last night! And when she wrinkles her nose and smiles all big…not a good look for her either.
My cat lays on our monitor too…but my husband is worried about cat hair getting into the monitor and starting a fire. He worries about silly things.
You know, Robyn, I thought I was one of the few females who inwardly groaned when seeing a group of women in any situation like your one at the post office. I HATE groups of women! And so many of them, in a group or solo, take so long at checkout. I thought this woman in CVS the other day–the day I was at my illest with the flu and thought I was going to DIE–was writing a 16 chapter novel up at the checkout. Apparently the guy right behind her thought so too, and did what we all secretly wish we’d done: Held up his ONE item (a bag of CremeSavers), said to the checkout girl: “This is a dollar ninety-nine. Here’s two and a quarter,” and laid his money on the counter next to the “novelist” and walked out. She looked up, all surprised (I guess at the idea of OTHER PEOPLE) but then didn’t show the slightest bit of concern. Arrrrgh.
I *love* that last picture!!
Bean is the baby and you always take more pics of the baby!
$200 is pretty average for a wedding cake. $4 million for a wedding is NOT!!
I LOL at the post office ladies comment. I hear ya sister!!