Last Night's Revelation

Hey everyone!

I know this site is supposed to be for wedding updates and planning information but I wanted to give you an insight as to why I'm so excited to get married. It all started last night.......

Picture it, Cumming, January 16, 2011 (name that show and character), I was sitting in bed reading my book. Bryan, my love, was fast asleep on my right, dreaming about being stranded on an island with Jennifer Anniston. He was probably in the process of impressing her with his knowledge of GeoPDFs and spatting off all the file extensions he knows. Bonnie, my... well... I'll think of her purpose later, was sleeping soundly on the floor on my left. She was probably dreaming about catching that pesky squirrel at my parent's house that's always tormenting her. Or maybe she was dreaming about a world where there is no stranger danger, vacuums, and water dishes that "glup glup glup" when she drinks from them. Any who, I was reading a book that I'm hoping to have finished soon so that I can really begin reading for class. The book is House Rules and I suggest EVERYONE read it. I was in the middle of finally finding out if Jacob was going to be able to stand trial when I heard it. It is the most dreaded sound that can be heard throughout the Burns/Evans household. This sound, when heard, will make Bryan and me look at each other in fear and run for another room in the apartment. Let me remind you the apartment is only 1,100 sq.ft. so there isn't much room to run. This sound is referred to as the Bonnie Atomic Bomb, BAB for short, and it is her farts. I'm not sure what we feed this crazy animal that makes her have such horrible gas. I'm thinking of entering her in a competition... Classy Gassy maybe? 

When she was a puppy we took her for first vet visit. You know, the one where the vet sticks her finger up your dog's butt, draws her blood, and does a full body assessment. Then she charges you $500 just to tell you that your year old puppy doesn't have heart worms or worms and all you originally wanted was a rabies shot? Yeah, that one. I mentioned she was gassy and the vet assured me it was "stress gas"...... SERIOUSLY?!! I'm the queen of being stressed and I never have that problem.

Any who, when I heard that tiny air bubble escape through Bonnie's furry butt cheeks, I immediately looked over the side of the bed to give her the death stare and what do I see? Bonnie covering her own nose with her paw. No kidding. She knows how bad it is but yet she still does it!

I giggled a little and began to think of the crazy things that happen in our house. Believe it or not, it's the little things like this that make me love Bonnie and it's the little things like when Bryan comes to me and asks "Hun, have you seen my (insert personal article here)?" that makes me love him too. I may not live a glamorous life, but I love it and I can't wait to make this permanent. 

I know this isn't a story that would make anyone want to run out and get themselves a GIS analyst and coon hound but to each their own, right? It works for me.

- Sophia Petrillo

P/S: We booked the rental company and the honeymoon flights!