Tuesday, June 28, 2011

To Kathryn

Dear Beloved Cousin,

It is hard to post about a wedding when you have no pictures. Believe me, I would looooooooooove to write about my fabulous wedding, as you have so requested (mainly because it was incredibly fabulous), but I'm afraid the post would look terribly boring without pictures to accompany it. (i have been informed that i write too many posts without pictures, and therefore my blog is difficult to muscle through.) I would have taken pictures myself, but alas! Wedding dresses have no pockets. I know others did take pictures, but officially I have only received six that my mother forwarded to me from your madre. Until I have some more, I probably won't be posting specifically about that wonderful day. I must crave your indulgence and ask you to be patient.

Love, Megan Merrell

p.s. To anybody else who may be reading my letter to Kathryn and you have pictures in which I would have interest, this is my passive-aggressive way of asking you to please send them to me!

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Promises, Promises

All right, I always said I wouldn't be the kind of girl who constantly posted the countdown to her wedding, because it always drove me crazy to see that on facebook. In fact, I pretty much vowed not to. But I'm going to sliiiiiiightly cheat today, simply because ...

SINGLE-DIGIT DAYS LEFT, PEOPLE!!!!

All right, that's off my chest. Thank you. bows

-Me

"The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle." -Heinrich Heine

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

93 Million Miles Away

After a dismally gloomy May in Utah, the sun has come out once more. I sure hope it's here to stay for quite some time. Help me out, everyone, and do some sun dances! I'm asking for purely selfish reasons, of course, (especially as regards the 11th of this month, so you oregonians had better participate, too) but I don't think I'm the only one who would appreciate some nice weather.

 Let's keep the sun shining!

-Me

"A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining, but wants it back the minute it begins to rain." -Mark Twain