
Today was a snow day. Last time I commuted into Boston when such snow was hyped, it took me four hours to get home, so I aired on the side of caution and held down the fort. It didn't turn out to be as crazy as they said, but it was that type of heavy, wet snow which makes you question why shovels aren't shaped more like buckets on poles. The perk of the situation was that the snow perfectly coated the trees. It looks really gorgeous, which is something one can appreciate before and after shoveling... not so much during.
This is random, but something that I've wanted to do more of is write letters. Some call it a lost art, and I suppose it's a sad truth... But I'm going to bring it back! (With recycled materials, of course.) You want a letter? I'll write you a letter. I'd been shamefully procrastinating in writing to a former professor, and I finally just sent her an email (I didn't want to delay further by trying to find nice stationary or some other excuse.) But maybe now since the appropriate mechanics are in motion, I should get started on that.
As for the BW process (Best Woman, for those not in the know), the dress that I bought? Yeah... that didn't work out so well. It was sort of spectacular, in a monumental failure sort of way. It was apparently made by someone who'd only been told what a woman was shaped like by a third-hand source, and had never actually seen one in person. Maybe Michelangelo designed it.
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oh michelangelo and his manly shaped women. we were JUST talking about that with my dad the other day.
P.S. everytime we tell my dad that we're getting married in palazzo vecchio he utters, "oh my God, this is just unbelievable"
i think he forgets on purpose just so he can be told over and over again
I loved how Helen had 42 theories on why Mike sculpted women as he did. It's like really? Are we really having this debate? Unpleasant man + conservative times = lumpy boob statues.
As for your dad... it's because his little girl is getting married! In Italy! Every time I remind my dad that I'm going to the Big A, he acts like it's maybe the second time he's heard the news. Something along the lines of, "So... they're really having it in Florence? Wow."
Maybe it's a dad thing. A PT&A dad thing.
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