Blog of Magic Cheese

My coworker shot me with a plastic suction dart. )=

I'm disappointed I didn't even see it coming. My wushu is weak!

The combination of this short haircut and using product in my hair regularly for the first time has resulted in the best bedhead I've had yet. I am looking up in that photo.

I've never thought much about having a very traditional wedding. I like blue too much to wear all white, I don't want to mention God, I think I'd prefer a drunken pirate captain to a minister, I think an ice cream cake would be a great idea, and I've never been big on the idea of engagement rings.

As much as I like jewelry, rings are too impractical for a person who spends much of her life in jeans and digging in the pockets of said jeans for change for bubble teas. I can't have raised stones and metal settings that are going to catch on the fabric, especially on my left hand, as I'm a southpaw. Then there's a host of issues with blood diamonds, the overpriced materialistic expectations of rings and diamonds that I think is brilliant marketing but personally irritates the bejeezus out of me, and the origin of the wedding band coming from women being considered flighty outerworldly inhuman creatures that needed a band of metal around their heart fingers (the third one) to capture them and keep 'em from flying off.

So yes, I thought I was a wedding band-only type of gal.

He surprised me completely. It's small and flat and won't catch on my jeans, and it's blue and perfect. And for all I thought I was a practical and independent and different thinker, I broke down and cried like a traditional sissy.