First things first.
My post last week, Moisturize, Lubricate, and Stretch got me a pretty large number of emails from readers who had no idea that we were supposed to do this. One said that she had been told to use the moisturizer 30 minutes prior to sex to help make it more comfortable. Well, the box says at least an hour before sex so bad info is rampant out there. She was going to use it the way I was instructed by the sex therapist, so maybe we will get an update. I have now moisturized twice, using Replens once and Luvena once. I liked the Replens better personally.
I will keep y’all updated because I am sure you will be on pins and needles.
Second, I finally finished the book, The Goldfinch.
It took me forever to get through this book. It was really good and also had some really boring parts. I thought is was both brilliant and highly annoying often in the same sentence. She wrote the same thing over and over and over at times, like where was her editor? But, at the same time as I am bitching, it was a great story. Just wanted to share that. It took forever because I would get bored and move on to Pinterest.
Since Al and I got engaged, this is all I want to do. Thank God there wasn’t Pinterest the first time around because my poor-undamaged-by-divorce soul couldn’t have handled the cuteness.
Now, I am like, “Oh Honey, gag.”
Like, what kind of wedding do people like us have? I go back and forth from wanting a pretty wedding, or a super fun wedding and thinking we deserve it, to thinking, “oh no chile, you are old and need to get married in somebody’s living room quietly and with no fan fare because you are both divorced and old.” My mother has gone all weird and won’t talk about it at all, so clearly she is in the second camp.
Al wants a fun wedding. Several days ago, I told him that maybe we should do something really tiny and private and he said that he wanted a wedding. He said, and I quote,
“I want a ceremony and a party. We earned that. And people want to celebrate with us.”
I said, “Well, I can tell my mom thinks this should be on the down low.”
He said, “Her only obligation is to show up and have one dance with me.”
Perfect. He is perfect most of the time.
Gilligan (formerly known as Stanley) did not care at all about a wedding. I did it all and it was gorgeous. Therefore, having someone with an opinion is all new to me. I don’t want anyone to be reminded of our first weddings and we don’t want the kids to be sad. Mine was in a lovely garden outside of a historic mansion with 120 guests on a beautiful April day in 1998. Al’s was a cold day in February, 1990, in a Catholic church and big reception. We are thinking about having it at a very fun and campy place here, so there would be nothing too sentimental or gag inducing at all. No Pachelbel’s Cannon, no seating charts.
Al’s 16 yo daughter told him over the weekend that she would like to go with me to pick out my dress, unless my mom wanted to, or whatever. Haha. Yes, Mom and I have had that experience already and she is in no danger of stepping on Mom’s toes. So, I guess no matter what we do, these little girls rate a trip to a bridal salon.
We talked yesterday about knocking over a BP station to raise funds.
Any thoughts would be appreciated. I have to run. My hair is bad. Srsly, bad.
I have a hair appointment in 20 minutes then work.