um yes. i'm writing a letter to my future husband.
whomever he will be. one day he can read these. and laugh.
ha. anyway. . .continuing on. . . .
dear my little hubby:
let's cut to the chase. when we get married. we cannot have white walls. they will be painted. ok? no white. that's boring. and unexciting. and plain. sorry.
oh and i'm going to africa. summer 2012. so you'll have to wait till after to marry me. sorry. but i have to help the poor starving african children first. {not that i'm planning on getting married in 2 years. i plan on waiting longer than that. but just saying}
oh. i hope you are working on your cooking skills. mine are basically non-existent. ok, not true. i can bake cookies and cakes. and pasta. and breakfast. however, i seem to always drop the pies on the floor and over cook the broccoli {seriously, who overcooks broccoli?} for your safety and health, i would recommend knowing how to cook a little. . . .{plus, it's a bonus for me. ha.}
i may not have the best fashion sense. and my outfits may not always match. so i don't really care if your's do. just as long as you do not wear sandals and socks. deal? deal.
if i have a great idea to sew a dress or paint or build something...i have to do it right then...otherwise the inspiration goes away. so if it happens to be in the middle of the night...well...i'm just apologizing now.
if i'm in the middle of reading a book. i do not like talking. especially if it's at like the best part. call me a nerd, but that's just how it is. don't get me wrong, i love to talk. just not during a book. ok honey? i mean homey. ha.
sometimes, well mostly all the time, i laugh. a lot. we should laugh together. ok? ok. oh, and we're going to take lots of pictures.
and at our wedding we're serving cheesecake and italian cream sodas. yummmmm.
lots of love...
