Dear Future Hubby,
This letter really shouldn’t be address to you but rather the former tenant of the apartment I now call home. Why do I like this person so much more than you at this current moment? Because that person subscribed to a wedding magazine and never changed their address.
Score. One. For. Me.
Yes, you read that right. I am now in possession of a subscription to The Knot wedding magazine, something that I really have absolutely no business reading seeing as I, oh yeah, haven’t even met you yet, but come on. Let’s get real. I’m a girl. A girl that has created the most epic wedding, Gaelic Gala. Of course I’m going to go crazy with excitement over this new found mail delivery.
On Saturday, I was doing absolutely nothing other than loads of laundry, cleaning my room, wikipedia’ing every person portrayed in The Social Network, and finally unpacking from San Francisco. Clearly it was a winner of a day. Around mid afternoon, I headed out to check the mail because what follows up a nice long Mark Zuckerberg biography better than seeing what sort of junk mail you got. And low and behold there is was. The shining beacon of everything girly and fabulous. The Knot wedding magazine. I don’t care that it wasn’t addressed to me. I don’t care that I’m not engaged. All I care about it thanking said previous tenant for NEVER changing their forwarding address. For serious, this isn’t the first mail we gotten for them. We have a whole slew and no one in our building seems to know where they moved. Sad face for them. Happy wedding magazine perusing face for me.
It was the world saying “Hey, remember that whole Gaelic Gala you planned for you and your Future Hubby? Well, you haven’t thought about that in a really long time and you need some serious cheering up since you’ve had a cold all week.” Clearly the rest of my Saturday afternoon was spent reading about the different types of invitations, Southern California wedding venues, what bouquet style would best suit me, so on and so on.
So don’t freak out by this little gem of a magazine. Don’t worry if you walk into my house and find it sitting on my coffee table. Sure, I may be reading it. Sure, I may be imagining the awesomeness that is Gaelic Gala. But at least I didn’t pay for the magazine. That’s would only make this entire scenario more deranged. It’s just a little present from the girly wedding gods above saying “You enjoy to have some fun. There’s not harm in dreaming about your fairytale wedding” not them telling me to go out and buy a wedding dress without even having met you yet.
Your Future Wife