But this guy's transgression I'll never get over.
He looked me in the eye as I was taking pictures and (I'm not making this up), ran up to the top of their house and mooned me. I have witnesses...he wanted us to see his squirrelly butt -- and though there were no words, the message was clear.
While it is not my intention for this blog to morph from lessons on new home ownership/husbandship to animal pranks, this stuff sometimes writes itself.
However, I'd be remiss if I didn't say something profound about the fact that in less than one week, I'll be married to this wonderful darling man I live with. So exciting! People keep asking, "Are you nervous? Are you ready?" Well, remember that corny pun a few paragraphs back? The word was "nut," folks, but perhaps I should've just said "nuts" because that's what I'm going. But I can keep it in perspective: I've got the groom in the bag -- and he's an amazing one -- so whether or not I finish tying ribbons on all the programs, or ensure all of the welcome bags are complete, or stutter over my vows, or grow a volcanic zit on my cheek the day before, it's all going to be a-okay. This time next week, I can scream at that squirrel's butt: "You get out of here and don't ever come back... Or you'll have to answer to my HUSBAND!"
