The very first item on our agenda after getting engaged was picking out a date for the wedding. The process was such an ordeal though that I just couldn't bring myself to blog about it until now. But I thought I'd write about it today just to test out my theory that there ain't no trauma that a box of Trader Joe's chocolate raspberry sticks can't fix.
Hot Mama Cocoa: "July X is a good day."Me: "But Mr. HC starts his residency in mid-June. If we have the wedding on July X, he won't be able to show up to our wedding!"HMC: Silence.Me: "How about June X?"HMC (in a voice reserved for matters of fact, like the sky is blue): "You can't get married on that date. July X is a good day."Me: Silence.