Why my wedding dress should be part of my daily wear wardrobe

Pardon me if I look a little crazy today. I have spent my time madly throwing away clutter in me and Señor Marine's apartment, prepping for the moving company to come tomorrow and Friday. Tomorrow  it's the bigger one, as they will be packing and taking away our furniture, dishes and random non-necessities to put in long term storage until Señor Marine and I are reunited in a real life house. Señor Marine will be allowed to stay in our apartment a little longer but let's face it, the chances of him cooking anything more than a pot of canned soup or doing anything but sitting on the one couch left behind playing Minecraft are zilch.

It was also very upsetting when I was telling Señor Marine that it will be a pain in the butt to drag my wedding dress all over the country with me. That's when he replied with a reasonable, "Why don't you just throw it in storage?" And for some reason, that thought had never crossed my mind, and for some reason, putting my gorgeous 번쩍번쩍 (sparkly) wedding dress into some musty, dreary storage unit was quite upsetting to me. I mean, can you blame me?

Look at those gorgeous ladies.

Anyway. Señor Marine came home from work to find me with my Jewfro in full force (from the stress and mad heat in the house), the house in total chaos, and my wedding dress and bouquet lovingly spread across the couch. Señor Marine said this was all better than what he expected, which apparently was me sitting IN my wedding dress, eating ice cream and sobbing while I watch Dirty Dancing or some other dopey chick flick. Not surprisingly, he forced to sit down and watch a mindless episode of Stargate SG-1 with him.

And all of this to say, Kae had better rewrite our blog intro, as she is no longer a twenty-something (HA! Outted you!) and Señor Marine and I will no longer be blissful newlyweds living on the coast.

I shall leave you all with my dose of awesome for the week. And as was pointed out, I specialize in saving the world, not linking awesome music to awesome blogs, so if it doesn't work, Kae will clean up my mess.

Bee out.

A little story about VD (that's Valentine's Day)

Early on the morn of Valentine's Day, Señor Marine woke me up accidentally. Imagine if you will the scene: me half awake, with my hair springing free of its braid into its usual glorious Jewfro; my scratchy, dry Satan-esque voice rasping as I asked, "Will you be my Valentine?" Cheesy, yes. But it was three hours before I had to get up and I was half asleep. Just go with it. Señor Marine looked at me in all my glory for a few minutes, then shrugged and said, "Okay." Awww, the magic of love.

This has been my first Valentine's Day with someone. We don't count last Valentine's Day, since we were just starting to date and didn't do anything besides accidentally go on a date, then realize what day it was and feel awkward. Most of my Valentine's Days have consisted of sitting with other single girls, eating ice cream and watching the most horrible chick flicks we can find. Last year, it was P.S. I Love You.

This year, Señor Marine came to pick me up at work with three bouquets of flowers in the front seat. Apparently one wouldn't do the trick today. They were gorgeous, and he even remembered that I had said eons ago how lilies are my favorites. The only problem with this plethora of flora is I have one vase at home. The one vase that I bought last year and then whined to Señor Marine about how I had nothing to put in it (ahem, hint hint! In case you're wondering...no, he didn't get the hint. He told me to go buy some flowers then. It wasn't until I flat out told him it's a waste of money and cheesy, but I want some damn flowers that he said okay, but not until there was a reason to do so. So that ended with him buying me some on a really bad day. And yes. I cried like a little girl). So, quick shopping trip to the store before they closed, and voila! Enough vases for the house.

I know Señor Marine had another homemade surprise coming for our date night this weekend, but I have no idea what it is. I came home today to the smell of something burning and him yelling, "Close your eyes! Don't look!" Then I go into the kitchen to figure out dinner and he tells me to get away from the oven because pieces of my present are inside. Um....I'm perplexed. I'll keep you posted on what burnt present it could possibly be.

On that note, I need to go pick up some dinner since I'm not allowed into the kitchen.

--Bee--