Best job ever

On Monday morning at 7:15 am, I received a phone call from the temp agency I just interviewed with, and it went something like this:

Agency Man: Hey Sarah, would you be interested in working this week? Starting this morning?

Sarah: (trying to sound coherent) Buh, yeah!

Agency Man: Okay great. Well, they need you this morning. Pretty much immediately.

Sarah: Uh, okay.

And with that I got the address, scrambled to get ready and headed out the door, prepared to adapt to whatever phone greeting they wanted me to use/whether they liked their copies collated/ how to deal with their fax machine/ usual temp stuff.

I got there. There wasn't anything for me to do. So for 5 days (44 working hours), I read

for the first time ever. It was on Google Books and it was delightful! One I can picture myself reading again one day. And when that was done, I even dabbled in

for the first time. It's good... but I think this one's calling my name

Now I just need to find someone to pay me while I sit and read it.

Ruby McO, this one's for you

Moving into a new apartment is both the best and the worst. There are healthy doses of both the spring of hope and winter of dispair. I love putting everything into place, but I tend to move them around 3 times or so and then they wind up where I put them to begin with.

The move in this time around has been pretty smooth-- mainly because Harry lets me put things where I want them, move them 3 times, and then put them back in their original spot.

Anyhoo, my darling dear cousin of love gave me these pillows for this apartment as a gift many months ago, and I knew the second I walked into the apartment where they would go.

(I even edited the picture to make it look all artsyfartsyfancypantsy)

Becca, thank you for these dear, delicious, orangey paisley flowery pillows. And thank you for being the kind of person who would get me dear delicious orangey paisley flowery pillows. They are the first thing I unpacked and they make our couch look cozy, and they make me think of you. Not because you are orangey or paisley, though.

Moneyhoon

(As my mother likes to say).

This is a most choice honeymoon moment. Harry and I got to go to Disneyland when we visited Irvine. On the way we were listening to Michael Jackson (obviously).

As you can see, I married a premium dancer.

Budget Curmudgeons

Wow. We just figured out our budget for the upcoming school year and AIEEEEE!!-- stuff is expensive. I mean, we had to cut serious necessities. I mean SERIOUS NECESSITIES.

For example, he nixed my Yoga sessions with the Olsen twins. And I nixed all 8 of his Paul Simon Music Composition seminars. And we both weepily deleted the $2,000.00/ month upkeep of our Reading Draft White Birch Beer stash. And we don't know how we'll live without all those private investigators and bodyguards who kept away all of Harry's female stalkers-- you would not BELIEVE the hourly rates. Boy this year will be tight.

Mr. Obama, where have the good times gone!??!

I suppose our private jet is the only thing that will see us through.

If you're interested...

You can find this and many other pictures from the wedding here for all of your SarahandHarryweddingpicture needs.

And yes, Harry just signed a 2 year contract to model for Zac Posen's sculptural suits. We are very excited to be rich beyond our wildest dreams.

Stay tuned

Well, regardless of the fact that President Obama and Hillary Clinton decided to stop by our reception and redistribute our wedding cake to the needy, we had quite the delicious big day. Pictures will be posted soon, I promise... but I must tell you they won't be facebooked. So, do what the subject tells you and stay tuned.

Loves,

The Reynoldsies

so,

Two seconds ago I posted (and immediately deleted) something that I though was just casual, non-chalant... and then I realized that it had a complete OTHER MEANING and I audibly gasped and went back and deleted it.

I am having one of those "all-too-often" moments of my life where I have said something and people look at each other and giggle and it's not until later that I realize "Oh. Shoot. What do they think I meant?!?"

To illustrate past occurences much like this one, here's a little story: Once upon a time, I was chit chatting with a good friend who lived about an hour away from me. Without thinking, I said "Hey, now that I have a car I can come visit you! Plus I have some friends that just moved out there!" Oy.

As if I were saying, "Yeah, I'll visit you, AND THEN I'll visit the people I consider friends! Two birds, one stone! Sweeet!"

After I managed to wiggle my size 11 foot out of my pea-sized mouth, I just kind of had the thought "whydidn'tIthinkthatsentencethrough" going through my head on repeat all night long.

I'm not sure how google reader works... but if some of you had access to that last post, you have just witnessed one of those moments for me. Thanks for sharing. Or rather, thanks for reading.

PS To return to the original point of the first post in the FIRST PLACE... I am WAY excited to marry Harry in 2 days.