woo hoo

Well, well, well. Life is moving along. One birdie is still alive and he appears to be doing okay. I'm trying not to get attached. I was absolutely distraught the night I came home to discover that where there had been three birdies that morning, there was only one remaining. I don't know what happened to the other two, but I was so sad. I had named them all: Ernie, Cookie, and Oscar. I was going with a Sesame Street theme. Jared said it probably wasn't a good idea to name them and I agree now that two of the three are gone. But, Ernie, I mean, that silly little bird that I care nothing about, is still here. He is growing. He has little feathers now and eye balls. He's quite lazy and just sits around like a little prince eating worms and chilling out in his fancy purple home. I like Ernie a lot. I restrict myself to checking on him twice a day at most. I don't want to scare the momma birdie, ahem, Big Bird, away and have the third loss be my fault. Sniffle. But, still, I'm so not attached.

I discovered that there are now seven invitations going out regarding me, Jared, and the wedding. There are four shower invitations, one wedding invitation, one rehearsal dinner invitation, and one bridesmaid brunch invitation. I could get so full of myself right now. Bridezilla, here I come. Woo hoo. Seriously though, that is a lot of invitations for fun events regarding a really significant and neat time in my life. I know I just used neat as an adjective to describe my upcoming marriage. Sorry, Jared, but you are neat and our marriage will be neat-o.

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