The plague has recently hit our apartment. In its wake I feel compelled to lay off the wedding planning mumbo-jumbo for a bit (it's no fun bugging Nick about garlands when he's so high on pain meds he thinks 'The Bachelor' is funny). Also, I've been a very bad girl. In one of his drug induced naps, I used Nick's credit card to make some wedding related purchases. Normally he wouldn't care. He's been making a lot of wedding purchases lately. But this time I forgot to tell him, and when he went online and saw that a purchase was made at Hot Topic on his card he freaked- claiming his identity must have been stolen (I know... Hot Topic, right? It's a long story, but it involves a pair of hot pink low-top Converse. That's all. I swear).
Anthropologie, Amanda must have borrowed the card. Etsy, yep, Amanda. Amazon, Amanda... Hot Topic? Some little emo kid jacked my sh*t!
I will leave you with this:It's the start of my wedding stamp collection. I don't do hearts, or wedding cakes, or the word "Love" elegantly printed in white lace. No way. But, rocks. Rocks I definitely dig.