80 days from today Derwood and I are getting married. I couldn’t be happier and I wish we were married now. But we’re not. We have to have a wedding and then we will be married.
I started feeling a little odd last night and the feeling was still with me this morning. It took me a bit to identify it…ahhh, yes… anxiety!
I’m getting married in 80 days!!!
I have got to lose at least another 10 lbs. I have to find a dress.
Shoes that don’t hurt my feet. Check with pal Kitty and see if there are such a thing as wedding clogs. Have my hair colored. Rent a tent. Figure out flowers.
Power wash the decks and patio. Make my yard beautiful.
There’s a lot of dog shit that needs to be shoveled. I will pay $17 an hour for that service.
I need to invite people. There will be in the neighborhood of 50 people.
What are the girls going to wear? What is Derwood going to wear? Will the Church up the street let me use their parking lot?
Mudd can stay at Mitch’s to avoid a Brady Bunch Tiger debacle. Will Mitch want to come? I want him there if he wants to be there. Should I board the kitten because I’m concerned she has no fear of anything and will be murdered by Wile E. Coyote if she goes outside but I have to have the French doors open for the wedding so there is a good flow from the kitchen to the deck to the tented patio.
These are the questions I have. What am I missing? Why didn’t my parents leave me more money? Are paper plates gauche? Will I have a hangover? What if there is a monsoon and the tent blows down? Just wine, beer and champagne? Does my sister still have my grandparents little bride and groom for the cake? Do I need music? Will an IPod do?
80 days and counting.