How many times did my father say “Don’t bite off more than you can chew?”  My dearly departed Daddy is laughing at me right now because I did it again.  The list is as follows:

49rh Birthday  (At least I’m a true “49er” now!)

Learning the true meaning of the word “puppy”

Remodeling the kitchen (that’s a real me$$!)

And… Getting married!!

What am I thinking?

There are a lot of comparisons between a wedding and a remodel.  Let’s talk money.  For the tens of thousands of dollars it takes to gut and completely rebuild the kitchen of our dreams, we could have one, single day of franticness (the wedding) instead of a month and a half of eating out or fast food.  Survey says: BIG remodel, small wedding.  After all, have you ever heard anyone say “Damn, I wish we’d spent more for that wedding!”?  Yes, it’s true, a fool and his/her nuptials are soon parted.  We will, of course, remember the day until we die, but I don’t want my ancestors to still be paying for it.  Let them pay for and eat cake made in our over-granite–ed, stainless steeled, cherry wood monument to culinary awareness.  (Yes, we will have a party when it’s done.)

As for the puppy, “Frosty” has a new trick. Lifting his little leg on people’s legs.  (Lord help me.)

The 49-year-old thing… who cares?  I’m having the time of my life.

And as for the wedding (my first)  I am the luckiest man in the world!! 

So, thank you Las Vegas for giving me the woman of my dreams, the time of my life, the kitchen of the world and the poor, pitiful, piddling puppy… I love it all!!