That moment when you order a garter for your wedding because people told you “You’re a bride, you HAVE to wear a garter!” and then it arrives and you instantly remember who you are as a person and return it.
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In reference to Eric’s 2-year-old niece Mackenzie (“Mac”) and my 2-year-old nephew Tyler (“The Boog”) walking down the aisle….
Old
Eric: “I threw out the turkey because it was getting old.”
Me: “Glad you don’t say that about me.”
(10 second pause)
Eric: “Yeah but I bought you old.”
Oh. So you’re taking a different approach to this game.
At my bachelorette party, my friends had Eric record answers to a bunch of questions, which I also had to answer, then we checked to see if our answers matched up.
First question: WHAT IS YOUR “PET NAME” FOR ERIC?
Me: “Oh, well. I usually just call him ‘Babe,’ but I also sometimes refer to him as my Corgi. My little Corgi. [confused friends faces] You know, because he’s really excitable and has short little legs!”
Eric (on video) “Just ‘Babe.'”
I’m Not a Decider
As anyone with anxiety can imagine, the decision-making aspect of wedding planning has been a challenge.
#cleareyesfullheartstwojews
A friend of ours, Shaun, is designing a wedding trinket for us and using our wedding hashtag, #cleareyesfullheartstwojews on the design (If you don’t watch Friday Night Lights, and don’t know we are The Taylors, then there is nothing I can do to help you understand or appreciate this hashtag. I’m sorry.)
Shaun also runs his own business. While designing our trinket, he was simultaneously emailing a potential new client. In this email, he meant to cut and paste a standard questionnaire that goes out to all potential new clients.
Instead, he accidentally cut and pasted our hashtag, and hit send before realizing.
Literally wrote:
Hi Allison,
#cleareyesfullheartstwojews
Thanks!
-Shaun
The client signed.
Romance Means Personal Space
Eric and I went out to dinner last night to toast the 1-month countdown to our wedding, and he arrived before me….
We Shouldn’t Be Allowed to Have a Wedding
Eric got one of his very frequent toe cramps and had to stop mid-gait.
Me: “I hope you don’t get one of those when you’re walking down the aisle.”
Eric: “I don’t walk down the aisle. YOU walk down the aisle.”
Me: “So do you!”
Eric: “No.”
Me: “I don’t know if you’re serious.”
Eric: “Do I walk down the aisle?”
Me: (disbelieving stare)
Eric: “No, I don’t walk down the aisle. I just stand there. Up at the thing. I stand there.”
Me: “HOW DO YOU THINK YOU GET THERE?!”
Eric: 
Well This Should Go Smoothly
Our wedding officiants (friends of ours) are working together to plan our ceremony, and sent this initial email just to touch base on the basics:
My response:
Eric’s response:
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I Don’t Know What This Means
Tutoring an 8th grader….
Me: “So I have a little treat for you. My bridal shower was this weekend and I have all these leftover cookies– would you like one?”
Kid: “Oh my god, you’re getting married?!”
Me: “Yes! In June.”
Kid: “Aw yay! You’re getting married! I really couldn’t figure out WHAT your deal was.”
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