pigs in a blanket

this morning, heeday and i made pancakes and sausages for my advisory class. they were SO HAPPY. of course, they will not remember me teaching them a damn thing, but they will remember how they were the coolest kids on the block (for one period) when their advisor and her fiance cooked for them. booyah. hugs to my team for being a sausage grilling superstar.

during my prep period just now, we stacked our registry. since the beginning, we knew that we didn't need anything, but there were a lot of frivolous wants (like my le creuset and heeday's wine cellar) that we giggled about getting, but as dean the miser warned us last night: "you wanna STACK THAT SUCKER or else people will buy you CRAP." we are considering creating a poster or a blog on wedding story/gift horrors. everyone is welcome to contribute because i'm sure that everyone has awesome stories.

as it was, we put even more frivolous random crap on our registry, if for no other reason than the fact that we can return it and get macy'smoney and live off the bounty of it for years to come like jaz and marcia. i mean, i'm marrying a pastor. pastors need grownup clothes, right? heeday cannot live off the free camp '97 t-shirts forever. i'm going to be a pastor's wife. i can't schlepp around in my friendly handmedowns for a life time ... or can i?

third fitting today. that damn dress better fit or i'm going to be in trouble.

dude, this day is going by slowly.