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| In less than a week, we will be in mauiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lots of sun, beaches, and our very own jacuzzi =)
I can't wait!!!
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| Exactly one month before our wedding, my car got injured. In my neighborhood, a lot of the houses, including mine, don't have a garage. This means that a lot of people park their cars on the street. This also means that the already-narrow streets become even narrower. The house that I've been living in this past year is that the foot of a t-intersection, and although we're in a residential neighborhood, the street in front of my house gets quite a bit of traffic. So I seldom park in front of our house because I don't want my car to get dinged (or worse).
Since I've been moving this week, I've been parking my car in front of the house to make it easier to load up.
One day I see a huge beer delivery truck driving down the street in front of our house, and this strikes me as odd because the truck is really really big, and we don't usually see trucks of that size on our street. Then I see the truck try to make a left turn up the hill in front of our house. The turn was not successful. at. all. The cab runs over the curb. The back end of the trailer swings into and gets caught on the back end of a pickup truck parked behind me, drags it out from the curb towards the street, then pushes it forward into my poor Yaris =(
Pickup truck kissing my yaris' bumper.
Dent in my bumper
Pickup truck's damaged tail light.
Poor Yaris. It's taken quite a beating since arriving in Seattle 2yrs ago =( At least no one was hurt and there wasn't any other damage. Now I just need to get that dent taken care of before I go back to CA.
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| Going to the chapel
And we're gonna get maaa-aa-aar-ried....
Well, not quite yet. We're just going to the county courthouse to get our marriage license today, and I thought this picture was fitting for the occasion.
Ok, I guess the picture really doesn't have anything to do with getting a piece of paper saying we can officially get married, but I thought it was pretty hilarious. This is not my dress, by the way. It was actually everything I did not want in a dress. Strapless and super pouffy. But we thought it would be fun to try on. It was so heavy and had so many layers, I could barely walk the 20 feet between the dressing room and the mirrors. And it made me feel. . . .like a cake. A big white cake. Or a pinata. Maybe it will be useful when I go skydiving.
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