The Pen of a Ready Writer

A well-meaning friend offered me a couch this week. A very nice couch. But I like Garrett's couch. It's soft and brown and cozy, and I've fallen asleep on it a couple times. So I messaged Garrett to tell him of the couch offer. Maybe he won't like the new couch. Maybe it's too brightly colored for his cave-like den. He liked the new couch. Oh, dear, what do I do now? This is the time when I split into two people - feelings and logic. Feelings: I think...I don't know... But I don't want a new couch! Logic: Why? Garrett has told you how his sinks down where the boys always sat. And you know this couch is a nice one. Feelings: But I like his old couch. Logic: Why? Feelings (starting to get all panicky and weepy): Because everything is changing so fast. I'm moving out. I'm getting married. I'm changing everything. I JUST WANT THE COUCH TO STAY THE SAME. And it's brown and cozy and soft and snuggly and it makes a comforting cave...

Garrett and Esther will be married in less than 1 month

Having searched the world over, I have discovered that my wedding dress is not in existence, at least not in my price range. So I'm making it myself with a little help from friends. Garrett: Are you sure you're up for making your own dress? Me (having never done this before and therefore completely without experiential knowledge of my capabilities in this arena): Well, if I walk down the aisle in November wearing jeans and a t-shirt, you'll know I wasn't. But so far it is going well. I'm embroidering my own appliqués to go on the dress, which is new for me. Talking to Garrett about appliqués has been interesting. Apparently it's not a word he's terribly familiar with. But he doesn't need to know what it means because he can tell from the sound of the word that it is something fancy. He's amazing at voice impressions, and he sometimes pulls out this posh, snooty laugh such as you might expect from a British gentleman who delights in lau...