I know that many of you are just dying to see my wedding pictures. Okay, maybe not "just dying" but "mildly interested". But the stupid CD-making machine at the photo lab broke so it's taking FOREVER to get the CDs and I gave my father-in-law's scanner back before the wedding, so I can't scan in the pictures. But I am supposed to get the CDs today, so maybe this weekend I can do a few entries with pictures. No promises though -- I'm guest recapping ER this week, along with doing recaps of my regular three shows, along with teaching two classes, along with trying to catch up on all the stuff I blew off in favor of wedding planning for the last month or so. Anyway, I have a few minutes today, so I thought I'd just post a few random pictures.
This is Baxter's Halloween costume. I know. I bought a Halloween costume for my dog. I'm insane. But he's a little king! With a little crown! I actually wanted to get the Elvis costume, but when you don't buy until the day of Halloween, your choices are limited to bunny rabbit, king, or generic orange sweatshirt/bandanna combo. Baxter didn't mind the little cape part b/c I'm sure it mostly felt like his collar to him. He would only keep the crown on for like two minutes at a time, though. So in this picture, Jim is holding a treat up while I take a picture. There were also little ruffles that went around the paws, but Baxter was having none of that. I'm not sure if he objected to the ruffles in general, or just having something around his paws, but he barely let me get one on him and then ripped it off immediately. So I skipped that part. Anyway, he loved Halloween. He sat in the front window and whenever kids came to the door, he ran over and waited for me to give them candy. It's supposed to snow today and tomorrow, so I can't wait to see how he feels about that. I get the feeling he's going to dig it the most.
In other news, we got a food processor for a wedding gift, so I'm making cheese bread today to go with our chili for dinner. I followed the recipe in the booklet that came with the processor, but I think something went horribly wrong, because it doesn't seem to be rising as it's supposed to be doing right now. I know the yeast was active because A) I bought it yesterday and B) it foamed up and stuff when I combined it with the water. I did use 2% milk (the recipe called for nonfat) and salted instead of unsalted butter, but I didn't think that would affect the rising. I thought it might affect the final texture instead. I think the problem was that it wasn't in a warm enough spot, so I moved it to the top of the dishwasher (which is currently running). My mom always used to put her dough on top of the refrigerator and I have no idea why. Maybe because heat rises and that's the highest spot in the room? I don't know. This is why I prefer cooking to baking -- you can make goofy substitutions and it's not like a giant chemistry experiment where if you mess up one thing, the whole thing goes to crap. Anyway. I hope it's at least edible. And I know the chili will be good, because I'm a champion chili-maker.
So it said on the news last night that we're supposed to get three to seven inches of snow by tomorrow night. That should be interesting. I don't think I'm quite ready for snow yet, but I don't think I get much say in the matter. Plus, it'll all melt next week anyway.
Here are the top three questions I've been getting this week:
How was the honeymoon?
My standard response: Great! It was so beautiful with the leaves and everything.
My internal thought process: How am I supposed to answer that question? Am I the only one who feels like they're asking about my sex life? Now that I'm married, is it okay to admit that we have sex? Because I don't think I'm comfortable with that.
So what's your last name now?
My standard response: Oh, I kept my name so it's still the same!
My internal thought process: Does it really matter? Because you're just going to call me Mrs. Durr anyway. Like the DJ at our wedding. And every service person we encountered on our honeymoon. And the people at the photo shop. And my mother.
How's married life treating you?
My standard response: Oh, it's great! Not that different from before, but still great.
My internal thought process: Again, are you asking about my sex life? Maybe I should just start telling people that it's going terribly and ask if they know of a good divorce lawyer. Which is what Jim did in a meeting at work the other day, and he's not sure that some people knew he was kidding.
Anyway, I know that people mean well, and they want to acknowledge that I got married, and they're just being polite. It's just that after the eight millionth time I get those questions, I start thinking up snarky responses. I can't help it.