You just wiggled your finger! That’s wonderful!

"Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam…."

So Ms. Reagan got engaged over the weekend. Feels a little surreal. Unlike me, Reagan has been dreaming of this since she was a little girl. Cliche, but so true. In college, if she started dating a guy that was decent, she’d run to the store and buy Bridal Magazines. 

I’m stoked she’s engaged.
I’m bummed about the groom.

I’ve met him before….on maybe three or four occasions. Each time, I was left less impressed than the time before. They’ve been off and on every since her junior year. He’s just a…what’s the word kids are using these days…tool (actually, Stu just told me to look up Santorum in Urban Dictionary. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Santorum. Bahahahahahahaha). He’s Santorum.

Maybe I’m being harsh. But the man has no personality. He’s so "trendy"…I find myself gagging on my own insults the few times I’ve met him. Wears Ed Hardy. Shaves his legs. Tans. Plays golf and drinks Spritzers. Reagan is a BAMF. So what gives?! 

I’m not going to be the asshole this time and ruin her moment. I know how bad she’s been wanting this. But Jesus Christ…settle much?! 

I pray she picks out the ugliest Maid of Honor dress ever. That wedding is going to need some amusement.

…..for now, rest well and dream of large women.