So, are you the maid of honor?

"Well, mom, I'll probably have a different name after the whole thing."

My best friend, Tara is getting married. I get to be the wedding Sargent. We spent the weekend doing early stage planning things. She bought her dress. I picked mine out.

What I find funny about it is how well i know her, even though we don't see each other nearly as often now that she's in NH and I live back in Western MA. We had the same sort of center pieces in mind and the same ideas for the ceremony/reception. I told her that everyone laughs when I tell them I'm getting to plan a practice wedding.

Stewart and Jon (the soon-to-be Mr. Tara) spent the weekend playing Xbox360. It's good they get along, because they are going to be spending a decent amount of time together in the coming months.

I met my dream house the other day, and I can't have it.

It made me hate my youthful indiscretion. And my bad credit. And horrible money management.

It's a two bedroom craftsman bungalow in the Holyoke highlands with hardwood floors, a front porch, fireplace, built in everywhere, a big kitchen, and claw foot tub.

I want it so bad, but I can't have it. And it made me quite low.