Tuesday, June 23, 2009

On signs of the times ...

How I know I'm an adult:
Excitement ensues because I quit work next week but my insurance extends through next month.

How I know I'm ridiculous:
I argued with Di over the difference between the colors cranberry and raspberry.
Emilie claims neither of these are actually colors -- they're foods.

How I know I'm an adult but still not grownup:
Andrea and I rock-paper-scissored in an Italian restaurant because we couldn't decide who got the mint and who got the butterscotch candy left on our check.

How I know I'm engaged:
I get distracted by the glitter when I type.
(more to come)


Cari said...

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait to hear the details!

gurrbonzo said...


So, no more law school, huh?

Just kidding.


Steve said...

Heaps of congrads unto you.

Emma said...

I love the glitter!

Sierra said...

BROOKE!!!! Congratulations! Holy Cow... I am SOOO happy for you :-) You better get to telling us the story quickly. I'm on the edge of my seat :-)

Isn't it such an exhiliarating feeling to look down and see that ring on there?!

Michael and Julie said...

congrats again! p.s. you have my old blog listed on your page. does this mean you have been virtually kept in the dark for the last few months? :) love you!

Steve said...

I realized it would probably be better to answer your question on your blog than on mine.

My wife actually got her dress in Salt Lake at a place called Fantastic Bridal.

She did look at a place in Logan, she thinks it was called Elle's.

Token Asian Friend said...

I bet it weighs your finger down a lot, too.

So does mine...

sssssssssssssssssssssssssss... oops! Dang bling!