The most anxiety-inducing realization I’ve had so far in regard to getting married is that I have no idea how to write an uppercase T in cursive.

The most anxiety-inducing realization I’ve had so far in regard to getting married is that I have no idea how to write an uppercase T in cursive.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god!!! All your dreams really CAN come true!”
— My 11-year-old tutoring client, just now, upon seeing my engagement ring.


“No. It’s too hot.”
— Eric, when, during a particularly emotional moment in my friend’s wedding ceremony, I went to hold his hand.

This weekend Eric and I went to a beautiful wedding in Baltimore. It really was such a sweet, lovely, touching affair. And as we sat at the intimate outdoor ceremony and watched the stunning bride walk down the aisle, I turned to Eric, looked deep into his eyes and said “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
This post is funnier if you’ve seen this:
Eric, after paying for our dinner last night at Mas Farmhouse and culminating a week-long, gifts-and-flowers-packed celebration of our anniversary:
“Man. This anniversary ended up being expensive. I should’ve just proposed.”
Um, yeah. Duh.

Eric (using my computer): “What the hell have you been internet searching?”
Me: “What? Nothing. Why?”


“This is going to be our wedding song.”
— Eric, to me, while listening to Pearl Jam’s “[Can’t Find A] Better Man”
