Saturday, 4 June 2011

Went to the magistrate's office yesterday, to register the wedding ceremony in the city hall. Poor office lady! :D The general looked so nasty that she actually asked him if he's upset. I explained that this *WAS* his lovey dovey face and she proceeded to flirt with him a little. Nasty old hag :P But we got the date we wanted, regardless of the holiday, and walked out content. I have finally figured out why General is always so upset when I tell him what to do and when and how to do it: with reins in my hands, he doesn't have the view of the entire picture and this freaks him out. I am of the impatient sort, obviously, so if after a thousand days he still isn't ready to deal with some thing, I'll just deal with them for him and he has to follow like a sulky puppy. This is not the role he is at home in :P
            P.S. They gave us this booklet with instructions for the wedding and flipping through it, I cannot but think: these poor people?! How can anyone want to fuss and spend so much on something that can so easily be done for a lot less and with a lot more fun? There is like a half-year preparation thingie, what with the dresses and make-up artists and gifts for guests and seating arrangements and so on and so forth.... Aren't people suppose to have a good time, eat and dance and make fun of the groom? And how the hell does someone need to pay for the make-up artist? That part I just don't get. Okay, not everyone is capable of making their own cake, dress, flowers and photography, but hair and make up?? Don't people have sisters or friends? Or mirrors?

1 comments:

kvinnotankar said...

Just have to say GRATZ a lot og GRATZ from Jenyfear at Balnazzar :)
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