so ... i bought a dress. yes ... that one.

i've always been told that a wedding is something that a girl dreams about forever. i don't think i've ever had a dream about my future wedding ... and if i did, it was more about what i did NOT want in a wedding. this being said, i really like my dress, but i don't think i LOVE my dress. it seems odd to me to love an article of clothing that you are only going to wear once. sorry to let down the brides of the world -- i just don't think i'm wired that way. i'm more excited that it's one less thing i have to think about.

i think this is part of the problem with my mama right now. i think she has dreamed about this day for some time and i am not playing with her. she dreams about the tulle, the beauty of the day ... and here i am, schlepping it and dreaming about beer and pizza for communion and flipflops instead of poofy veils and super-elegant, tasty banquets for ten thousand. there is a disconnect in my head: i want to make her happy, but i am also just not that fussed about the wedding day. i am way more concerned about the day after the wedding, when the real work begins. i'm just not that fussed. (disclaimer: that's probably not entirely true since i threw a fit about wearing a veil. then again, i just know what i can't stand, not what i like. reverse pickiness.)

a sidenote: i've decided that kei is the seventh chiu. he took to gabbing with my brothers like a duck to water. i always secretly thought he might be chinese. he'll have to sub in for my sister while she's gone in japan. *sad face* i am so bummed she's leaving. kei's got bigass, kickass shoes to fill.