fernando

the fernando i'm referring to is not a famous baseball pitcher. nor is he my hot new latin lover. he is a llama. a llama that john and i met last weekend. in fact, he is the one and only llama i've ever met. and probably ever will meet. but truly, when you go to meet with a prospective wedding dj, meeting a llama is something you don't expect. but this guy had one. in his backyard. which was weird. but, then again, this guy was weird. very nice. and probably a great dj. but i really don't want everyone forming a human archway which john and i have to walk under to get to the cake cutting. nor do i want the chicken dance at my wedding. don't people understand this? and, by the way, don't suggest to john that the dave matthews band is the perfect music for the cocktail hour. he will immediately cringe and roll his eyes back into his head.

in other news, the chargers won. for speakmemory and sugaryabuse, i'm referring to the nfl football team that currently resides in san diego. and winning is good. here's to an undefeated season!!

and, yes, i am joking. no reality checks necessary.