Holy Headache, Batman!!!

I've come to a very important decision. If it so happens that I ever find myself somehow, beyond all reason, engaged to be married... I'm freaking going to elope. Seriously.

I mean really. I see no joy whatsoever in the process. Between guest lists, vendors asking for extortionate sums of money just because they can, date drama, dress drama, bridesmaid drama, drama, drama, drama. It just looks like a whopping bit of unfun.

So it's official. I'm either A) Going to elope (seriously), or B) Have such a closed wedding that the only people involved are going to be our families and closest of close personal friends. That's it. None of this giant shebang mumbo jumbo.

Sorry to break the news, future groom-dude, but it's sweet and simple for this someday-Sadie. No diamond tiaras, no monogrammed everything, no platinum weddings. I know how disappointed you must be, but, well, I'm afraid you'll just have to deal with it. Dude.

Oh my Dorothy!

I'm a fan of witty, sardonic poetry.  It makes me feel a bit less lonely to know that somewhere, at some point, some poor slob was just as annoyed with the world in general as I am at this particular moment.  

My favorite is the gloriously articulate Dorothy Parker, queen of the Algonquin Round Table.  

Today, I ran across this particular gem that seems to relate nicely to my current mood/situation:

Experience

Some men break your heart in two,

Some men fawn and flatter,

Some men never look at you;

And that cleans up the matter.

A toast to you, Madam Dorothy, and our equally lamentable experiences with men.