A weekend of fortunate mishaps

 Again, this picture has nothing to do with anything, but this is my way of including some engagement pictures of us over time without overloading them in one post.

It's been a friggin' month.  Yikes, but things have been busy.  Let me give you a quick update so you can rest assured that my life is as ridiculous as ever.

Josh and I drove to Arizona for Thanksgiving because Southwest Airlines hates me and wouldn't let me use my free flights without forcing me to take off 27 days of work, and any airfares were insanely high.  Because I'm taking off so much time from work for the wedding and honeymoon, I don't have much time left, so we I went to work for a half-day on Wednesday and we left after that.  I picked up my dress in Provo, while Josh ran some errands there, and we met at our old apartment building where Josh left his car in the underground garage and we continued from there.

The 13-hour drive was pretty uneventful until the flat tire about 12 hours in.  At 1am.  On the Reservation.   I will spare you the details, but the good news is Josh and I still love each other!  And I got good practice in with letting things go and putting a smile on my face and trying to not bring up the fact that the flat tire was totally avoidable.

(Except for right there when I felt the need to post that on the interwebs.  I'm sorry, Josh, sometimes I just need a little redemption or something.  Actually I'm not sure why I do things like that, but I'm still going to leave it and push "publish" anyway instead of deleting it.  I didn't tell my family what happened like we agreed, so we're still good, right?  Laugh? Please?)

The tire was not salvageable, so we had to get 2 new tires to keep them in pairs.  But then the tire place's computer inventory was wrong, and they didn't actually have the tires for which we'd just paid.  And since we had to drive home to Utah and were in a small town, we had to go with the only other tires they had that would work, which were bigger than the car's current tires, so we had to replace all 4 tires to keep them all the same size.  (Still with me?)  BUT!  Blessing in disguise -- we would've had to get new tires eventually and the tire place ended up giving us a smokin' deal on the better, higher end, much more expensive tires since we now had to purchase 4 because of their boo boo.  Go us and getting fancy tires for less than the others!

My close friend, Jenn, was throwing me a bridal shower while I was down there, but she ended up getting very very sick and couldn't do it.  (Send love her way!)  So my mom and sisters-in-law threw together a low-key, easy shower the day-of, and it was great.  Thanks sisters-in-law and Mom!

But let's not forget the moment after our return from the shower, when I left the living room and re-entered to see Josh's horrified face announcing that he is leaving as he walks out the front door.  I then turned to see my sister-in-law showing my dad some of the lingerie I got at the bridal shower.  That is how my family rolls, people.  (Update: Josh has since recovered.)

Then Josh got a speeding ticket on the way back, just an hour outside of Provo where we would part ways.  I didn't do as good a job this time at not saying things akin to "I told you so."  It turns out I'm a real joy at 12:30 in the morning when I've been trying to fall asleep and... excuse, excuse, excuse. 

Then Josh and I parted ways in Provo and I continued the half-asleep hour drive to Salt Lake alone.  (It's always kind of scary when you forget ever deciding to change lanes, etc, but I made it!)  Then when I got to my apartment, I realized that the coat I had forgotten in Arizona had my apartment keys in the pocket.  So Josh, who had just arrived home himself, had to turn around and make the 20-minute drive to let me in.  But he did it without complaint.  And bonus for me - I didn't have to carry my stuff in from the car!

Hmm.. As I recount the details of this trip, I realize it was more a trial for Josh than anyone, I am sure, but he is a trooper and I love him more than ever.  I could tell you more about the things that went wrong, but I've already bored you enough as it is.  I've lost my flair to tell a good story on here.

But know what else?

I'M GETTING MARRIED IN TEN DAYS, PEOPLE.

We're flying back to Arizona this coming Friday night and the next week is full of wedding stuff.  So don't expect to hear from me again for awhile.

TEN! DAYS!


Post-edit:

I almost forgot to tell you about the cute twenty-something girl in her little VW bug on the drive, who I saw pick her nose AND EAT IT.  Then, as I was about to pee my pants from laughter and yelling at Josh to look, she so graciously stuck her finger in her mouth again, scraping her fingernail on her teeth to get it all, so Josh got to see it, too!  Then that opened up a very sophisticated conversation about nose-picking and booger-eating.  Josh and I are quite the match, I tell you.