1887

i've been feeling completely unmotivated to blog lately. there have been lots of interesting things going on, but...

we bought our wedding rings. from Lang, an estate jewelers. they're both engraved from what i presume are their first lives. mine is from 1887. bartlebee's is twenty years older. just simple, rounded, yellow gold bands. 18k.

but put those fuckers on your finger?

time to sit down.

the wedding countdown clock that zipperhead gave us as a joke turned itself off when it ran down to 100 days and counting. self-preservation maybe? that thing was begging to get smashed.

which is how we spent most of this weekend.