Putting the “freak” in freaking out
In exactly two weeks from this MOMENT, I will be dancing at my own wedding.
I will have already cut the cake.
I will be wearing my wedding ring.
I will have danced with my Dad. (Waaaaaa! I’m SO emotional on this one! I can’t wait)
Marc and I will have two more hours of fun and dancing and talking until we head out into the moonlight in out decorated getaway car.
I’m so thrilled I am glowing. I don’t know how I will maintain any composure this week at work. I’m concerned that I won’t be able to think straight.
VICE PRESIDENT OF STACY’s COMPANY: Stacy, can you please summarize this report and email a copy to me the CEO?
ME: I’m getting married in less than 2 weeks!
VICE PRESIDENT: Um, great, can I have that by 3pm?
ME: MARRIED! VEIL! DRESS! THE BRIDE! ME… AM THE BRIDE!
VICE PRESIDENT: noticably concerned and mildy frustrated The sooner you can focus on that the better.
ME: … thinks to self, must call pet sitting service because AM GETTING MARRIED
If you can’t manage to follow this posting you are very much not alone. Very soon you will have postings that might actually HELP YOU! Once I return to this planet and get over my own damn swollen ego about getting married, I will be a better writer and advocate for all.
In the mean time, feel free to check out a new site, Saving for a Wedding.






May 7th, 2007 at 3:03 pm
very cute. Congrats!