Venti Iced Passion Tea

I hate Mondays.  The beginning of the week may mark a fresh start however, I'm always draggin' ass as I embark on life post-Sunday.  One cup of coffee, two eggs, a cup of OJ and midway through an Iced Passion Tea unsweetened isn't doing shit to wake me up.  Not to help matters, my head is spinning with things to do (work related).  No matter the amount of work I have to get done today, I'd rather be in my bed (wearing tapered sweatpants) rubbing Kasia's ears and watching Big Rich Texas on the style Network.



Chris and I have our tasting scheduled for tonight.  Once we decide on the entrees to be offered at our reception, we can then order our wedding invites.  This marks a huge progression in the wedding planning-- I feel like once the invitations are ordered and addressed, there is no turning back.  Not that I don't want to get married, the invitations just mean that we're getting waist-deep in planning versus knee-deep.  I am anticipating a 2-a-day Xanax addiction when the seating charts need to be organized.  Just so everyone knows, there will be no "head table;" I'm considering having the seating be a general seating situation, kinda like a Green Day concert.



Though we can't afford it, Chris and I were looking at possible honeymoon destinations.  Holy shit it's expensive to go to Fiji.  I'm sold on the whole "group honeymoon" idea.  I presented this plan at James and Suzanne's house on Saturday night; everyone thought my idea was awesome, except for Horvath.  Everything is more fun with friends, so why can't we apply this to a honeymoon?

The picture above is St. John in the US Virgin Islands.  After all the research I have done seeking "crystal water, relaxation, beer and quiet," St. John seems to be the place.  The idea of laying on the beach, partially submerged in turquoise water (with a cold beer in my hand) pretty much sums up Heaven.  To further illustrate my ideal vacay, we would have to throw in live background music provided by Van Halen circa Sammy Hagar and Steel Pulse.



If anyone has suggestions regarding honeymoon locations, you just let me know.  I need something to look forward after this shitshow of a wedding is behind us.

Kasia got a bath on Saturday.  The smell of old cheese and dirty socks was beginning to overwhelm our house.  The funny thing is that Kasia actually summoned me to the bathtub.....  She came in from outside, trotted over to the bathroom, put her paws up on the lip of tub and started whimpering.  I think she got a whiff of herself and wanted to throw down shampoo-style.  After 5 minutes of digging in the drain and a tornado of dog hair, Kasia emerged clean as a whistle.



To top of the level of canine sanitation, Kasia got a manicure, too.  Petsmart has this thing called a "pawdicure" which includes a nail trim, nail filing and an ear cleaning.  For $14, I can be spared having to cut Kasia's nails which would probably turn into a WCW wrestling match....... and God only knows what is in those ears of hers.