I'm pretty sure he said no to the laser light show because he's jealous of my immortality.

James is no longer allowed to read my blog. He read the entry where I said I wanted people to start a rumor that I was a Highlander after I died and he totally stomped all over my dream:

James: First of all, you're not a Highlander and second of all, even if you were a Highlander, that wouldn't mean you were immortal. Have you even seen the movie?
Me: How do you know I'm not a Highlander?
James: Because you're from Minnesota. That's why you talk so funny, you know what I'm talkin' aboot?
Me: Ok, first of all, you suck and I don't talk funny and second of all, my relatives are from Scotland.
James: No, they're not! Your ancestors are Irish!
Me: It's a well known fact that my last name could be Irish or Scottish so my family could very well be from the Highlands, ergo, I am a Highlander.
James: Ergo, you're still not immortal.
Me: Then how come I'm not dead yet, huh smart guy?
James: That doesn't even make sense.
Me: Remember how I dropped a book on my face, and burnt my lip off and slammed my head into the car door and got practically slaughtered by the cat, all within 2 days? I think that would kill a normal person, yet here I am...alive and a Highlander.
James: You're an idiot. If anything, you're one of those desperate housewives from that show you always watch.
Me: It's Real Housewives and HOLY CRAP, THAT'S A FANTASTIC IDEA!!!
James: What are you talking about?
Me: "The Real Highlanders of the O.C." They'll be all, "I can't believe Gretchen got a pink sword....I told her I wanted the pink sword!" and "The Countess does not kill other Highlanders, The Countess has her maids kill Highlanders for her."
James: I don't know if I can marry you.
Me: "Jill! Jill! Do you think these diamonds are big enough to stop the other Highlanders from cutting my head off?"
James: I'm leaving you.

Me: James? Hello?

He came back eventually and he says he's still marrying me which is good because we've already spent some money on this thing. The only part that really sucks about planning the wedding is that I keep coming up with these really great ideas and James keeps shooting them down.

I thought walking down the aisle to "The Final Countdown" or anything by LL Cool J would be great, especially if we had a break dancer holding a boom box that played the music. I even had a guy willing to do it!
No.

I really wanted a laser light show.
No.

Instead of a cake, I wanted a bunch of cupcakes laid out like a Pacman board. No.

Instead of "you may now kiss the bride," I thought we could jump up in the air and high five each other.
No.


The good thing about planning this wedding is that it's teaching us a lot about compromise and working together, which is important when you're married.
Also, I'm totally doing all of that stuff anyway no matter what James says and I'm just going to surprise everyone at the wedding. I think it will be a nice surprise...like Christmas, kind of.

*I told James that he wasn't allowed to read my blog anymore and he reminded me that it was on the internet. Which is public. He's the biggest surprise ruiner ever.

P.S. I still haven't picked out Imaginary Baby's name yet and also, he's going to have to have an out of body experience the day of the wedding 'cause no way am I trying to get into my dress when I'm 3 years pregnant. I mean, unless I try something like this: