only half the problem is my lack of a clue

ok, i may be exaggerating just a bit. but seriously? i am not a girlie girl. i have never been a girlie girl.

exhibit A: for several years, my favorite possession was my black ems fleece, with zippy pockets. i called it my purse. it was not ideal for my cousin’s Tampa wedding, but it went with me anyway. where else was i gonna keep my keys, a pen, pack of gum, and the like?

exhibit B: the first time i ever wore makeup (other than that FABULOUS bonnie bell tootsie roll flavored lip gloss that i threw out only when i packed up my stuff to go to college) was after my graduation from law school, i think. i had the nice lady at the clinique counter at nordstrom’s hook me up. the only variations to what she showed me, to this day, were due to clinique discontinuing one of its products.

i could give you more. but i think you get the picture. martha stewart and i do not do lunch.* anyway, the story?

i live in france. have done so for the past three years. i came kind of on a whim, really liked it, decided to do what i could to stay. shortly thereafter, i met a wonderful frogboy, and it was clear that i had chosen wisely! we moved in together, got PACSed**, and in the beginning of this year, he asked me to marry him. we had some unrelated to the wedding horribleness shortly thereafter, that put all the wedding stuff on hold, but we’re back on track.

“on track” — we chose a date — may 31st, to be exact. and even told some people.

* i would probably really dig it, but she would be HORRIFIED.
** google it.