F of FIL: "I like a working woman."
FIL: "Especially a working bride."
Me: (horrified silence)
Later on we got drunk with friends and in the morning made the requisite hungover visit to Waffle House. I rallied enough to accompany some of my pals to the Hayes Presidential Center. On the tour of the Hayes home, we were treated to a terrible tour guide as well as another older woman on the tour who kept trying to one-up her with her Hayes home knowledge. "I'm sure you're going to talk about the cat." (Lucy had a siamese cat, apparently). "Is this butternut?" (Who gives a shit? It's fucking wood.) Annnnyway, the I-Man and I are trying to figure out what to do with all our various gift cards and monies (we still have one more reception to go, too!). I'm pretty sure we'll be investing in a fancy new TV AKA something flat-screen but available at Target for around $400.
This could be me, but it's not. Source.
But so today is my last day at my temp job. Hopefully I can find some sort of employment between now and when school starts and my assistantship kicks in (sweet doctoral level stipend, here I come!), but whatevs. Anyway, to me work = caffeine and that usually means Diet Coke. A dentist once told me that drinking aspartame was like pouring acid on my tooth enamel. That's why I use an anti-cavity mouthwash, people. Because I
My dear friend and wedding officiant The Reverend Sergeant Manda V. Hicks said recently that "Diet Coke tastes like manufactured desire" (Hicks, 2010). You know, guys? She's right. And it's one of my favorite flavors.
*Not because we're all on diets, people, but because regular Coke is gross.