WOWOWOWOWOWOWOW
Just. Wow.
I’m really in full-fledged wedding mode right now. Two months go by quick, hell, its not even two months.
I have no idea what I’m doing.
I just went to the florist and said “I don’t know what I’m doing” and I’m trusting that he does, because, well, he basically just told me what to do. And I’m just going to trust him and believe him! But it all sounds right? Right? Gut instincts and all that?
We checked out our place for wedding karaoke, I think it’s going to work, in fact, I think it’s going to be great.
Just did the flowers.
John is working on the invitations; they are going to be sweet. I have to start addressing them, is that fun or what? As long as I have some Project Runway on though, I’ll be pretty good.
Today I get my shoes, tomorrow I get my “lady underthings”, Saturday I go to alterations lady, Sunday I sit on the toilet sobbing, just for no apparent reason.
Do you think I can get a critic from The Reader to come review my wedding play?
3 comments:
are you addressing by hand? If you are clear labels with a "script" font work really great and are way easier on the old manos.
Lib and I met with our flower guy one time only at a bar in Put-in Bay. A girl flashed her boobies at us. The flower guy wasn't interested.
My point is that I couldn't pick the guy out of a lineup, and I'm not sure he was even at the wedding, but the flowers were fantastic.
They were. I remember a bunch of cranberries on the dudes.
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