Friday, March 12, 2010


I’m pretty sure my balls are hanging out at the bridal shop. My controlling ways have gotten me in trouble again. Somehow, I’ve ended up being way more involved in planning our wedding than most men care to be, and the other day I ended up yelling at my fiancee, “Do you even want to get married?”

The details are not important. What is important is that I hop on my pink Hannah Montana-branded bicycle, ride over to the bridal shop, and pick up my balls! I’m off...

1 comment:

your sister! said...

True True True! You have become the Wedding Coordinator with the Mostest! I bet your lady friend would love it if you took your Tiara off once and a while! :0)