Something About Something

I know. We're bums.

It's not like we've even been out of town or anything. We've been right here, not blogging, all this time. I really don't know what to say. I guess the feeling is, when we're knee-deep in important decisions like which color of pink looks right with our save-the-dates, you guys are better off not knowing.

But after thinking about it for a while, I thought to myself, Hey, this is a wedding blog, for pete's sake. Time for some wedding talk. Suck it up, people.

First: the Gown. After an insane amount of stressing, I bought one. Being a lover of bargains, I bought it on eBay, so there was none of the typical 10- to 12-week waiting period nonsense. It's hanging in my closet, waiting to be shortened and calling out to be tried on every 20 minutes or so: "Kelly, try me on! Try me on while you drink red wine and eat pomegranates!" It's a real troublemaker, that dress. I will probably wear it tonight while I'm watching the Dancing With the Stars, Anna's new favorite show.

Next: the save-the-dates. These are coming, and they will have a website on them. You will go to the website, and it will explain the mysteries of transporation to Hayward, Wisconsin. That is, if Josh has built the website by then. If he hasn't, then the wedding's off anyway, so don't sweat it.

And last: the registry. Yesterday I went to a store and they gave me a Palm Pilot attached to a stun gun and told me to get going because they wanted the gun back in an hour. It was kind of a fancy store, so I was expecting a mimosa and a pedicure while I pointed to gilded soup tureens and said, "I want ten of those." Instead I wandered around aimlessly in a very crowded store full of people who think about chargers a lot (not the Harding Chargers, but the things you put around your plate but do not use so your plate isn't lonely), scanned enough plates for us to break a few and still serve all of Eileen's friends, and then lost interest. I think if I do any more registering, it will be for yarn and Huskers tickets, or maybe a kitten.

Speaking of kittens, don't you guys think it's time for a new "Ask a Cat"?

OMG! It's been more than a month! WTF!

Here's some filler content while we get our bidness together:

An article about my Alma Mater (I think--I read this twice and I don't think it says anything about anything, but the words "Gustavus" and "Swedish" do appear in the same sentence)

Bizarro Josh terrorizes New York City while real Josh naps (thanks Tony)

A shining example of a higher love from Kelly McConnor

Filler Art:



This is the oft-mentioned Ned's Cabin, as viewed from a kayak.

And here is a picture of a (slightly) larger-than-lifesize bass much like the kind you can catch in Clear Lake if you stay at Ned's Cabin. I took this picture at the Freshwater Fishing Hall of Fame in Hayward so you could start to get a feel for all of the many cultural attractions in the area.



And I'll leave you for now with an idea of the best time for bass fishing: