safety first!

the fiance caught me in a true moment of 11-year-old-pouting 

this past weekend.

i'm not proud of it, folks...especially

due to the reason behind my pouting

{but that will remain a secret between the two of us}.

i honestly was trying hard to smile in this picture, 

but was too upset.

so, now you can see how i'm perfectly capable of spoiling 

a nice saturday morning hike...

and what a saint this hubby-to-be is.

life's not all butterflies and rainbows, though, right?

i learned that lesson again today

when i sliced my finger with an exacto-knife.

there was a lot of cursing, gross blood gushing, and 

a phone call to my R.N. madre.

stitches or no stitches?

...all in the name of wedding DIY projects!

the face above is how i feel about

my new injury hampering an agenda that includes

 continued projects, 

wedding invite assembly,

and resume editing/cover letter writing.

excuse me while i go pout.