Sometimes writing a blog can be a bad thing. You wake up at 6:00am and think to yourself, “Crap. It’s Wednesday. I need to say something today. And that something has to be at least marginally entertaining/coherent/free-of-typos.”
I often find myself wishing I’d never started Fieldwork in Stilettos— it’s gotten me into trouble at work, it’s gotten me into trouble with my friends and it’s gotten me into trouble in my romantic entanglements—but today is not one of those days.
Today is one of those days when I am happy to have a blog.
Well, blogs give you the ability to communicate.
And blogs give you the ability to communicate things you would rather not communicate.
And even though this blog isn’t anonymous, I feel somehow safer admitting things here than I do in the real world.
So here goes.
The Wedding Date and I are breaking furniture again.
Except this time it wasn’t a chair on the roof deck.
This time it was the bed in the guest room at the house on Hooper’s Island.
We are very sorry.
And we tried very hard to fix it.
We even used a measuring tape and proper tools (well, a tree stump and some duct tape…).
In our defense, it is a rather old bed. And you could have warned me of the preexisting crack on the lower right hand corner…
In fact, you’re pretty lucky that we haven’t decided to sue you.
(Like how I did that?)
At any rate, rest assured: we will be much more careful in the future.
And we really are very sorry.
PS: I’m guessing that posts such as these may be the reason my aunt can no longer bring herself to read my blog so I apologize for any offense caused but I am 27… and surely we’re not the only couple in the universe that this has happened to?