What an interesting week!! I pretty much experienced every emotion possible. Sheesh. So anyway, I'm watching Bridezillas right now, and this girl is amazing. Wow. She is the meanest person I have ever seen in my whole life. She is horrible. People need to remember that getting married is a way to celebrate your LOVE for someone. Good grief. Speaking of weddings, not that I'm getting married any time soon, but here's one of the readings I'm going to have (or at least I want to have it read).

From Jazz by Toni Morrison: It’s nice when grown people whisper to each other under the covers. Their ecstasy is more leaf-sigh than bray, and the body is the vehicle, not the point. They reach, grown people, for something beyond, way beyond and way, way down underneath tissue. They are remembering while they whisper, the carnival dolls they won and the Baltimore boats they never sailed on. The pears they let hang on the limb because if they plucked them, they would be gone from there and who else would see that ripeness if they took it away for themselves? How could anybody passing by see them and imagine for themselves what the flavor would be like? Breathing and murmuring under covers both of them have washed and hung out on the line, in a bed they chose together and kept together nevermind one leg was propped on a 1916 dictionary, and the mattress, curved like a preacher’s palm asking for witnesses in His name’s sake, enclosed them each and every night and muffled their whispering, old-time love. They are under the covers because they don’t have to look at themselves anymore; there is no stud’s eye, no chippie glance to undo them. They are inward toward the other, bound and joined by carnival dolls and the steamers that sailed from ports they never saw. That is what is beneath their undercover whispers.

Isn't that beautiful? I love it. *sigh*