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With the wedding a mere eleven days away (if you don't count today or the first) I'm starting to become a little nervous. This is forever. Forever and a day. Forever and six feet below. I do not doubt that he is the one, nor that I love him. However since I know he is nervous it has slowly started to rub off and make me nervous. It's nervous by proxy which is really very fair since I was perfectly fine until he admitted his fears. He should have just shut up and wallowed quietly in his anxiety instead of causing me some.
We were productive little bees over the weekend running around doing all the things we needed to prep for the wedding. We're having a bit of some bad luck with purchasing an arch to decorate for the wedding, we've bought two and have returned one but will be returning the second tonight. One was already put together and taken apart and scraped up and the second was missing all the little bolts and pieces you need to keep it together. Do they not check things that are returned to their store first? Anyway if we are successful with purchasing one that has not been used and has all the correct parts I will be happy.
We ventured all the way out to Springfield to check out that mall on Saturday after meeting with the Rev. about the ceremony (five different possible ceremonies to read through!) and encountered the massive two story Target with a cart lift! Cart lift! I wanted to go up and down the escalator and watch it but we only did it twice and then moved on like grown ups. We checked out Sephora and got some lovely samples of verra expensive concealer which I will purchase as soon as I can decide which I like best. I love having the wedding as an excuse to buy myself frivolous things I would never ever consider buying otherwise, with someone else's money.
My sad state of a bridal shower will be happening on Saturday. It'll be a whopping eight people if my aunt ever answers her phone and Rachael surfaces from whatever rock she's been hiding under. Otherwise we're down to six, a sad, sad five. Here I am, at twenty-three, and I do not have any friends. Which is perfectly acceptable until you have to have a little party and you realize just how few people you have to invite. Must make friends, if only for the gift opportunities.
My list is shrinking but there are a few things left. Of course those will all hit the back burner because I have bought popping corn and I will be attempting, without burning myself, to make popcorn on the stove in a pot! Very primitive and exciting. If I do not burn down the apartment or take a kernel to the eye, I will eat massive amounts and then consider the other things I have to do. Also, we bought rollers to use to do something with my hair for the wedding. Josh is not very good at putting them in, he seems to think my hair needs to be ripping out for it to be right.
We were productive little bees over the weekend running around doing all the things we needed to prep for the wedding. We're having a bit of some bad luck with purchasing an arch to decorate for the wedding, we've bought two and have returned one but will be returning the second tonight. One was already put together and taken apart and scraped up and the second was missing all the little bolts and pieces you need to keep it together. Do they not check things that are returned to their store first? Anyway if we are successful with purchasing one that has not been used and has all the correct parts I will be happy.
We ventured all the way out to Springfield to check out that mall on Saturday after meeting with the Rev. about the ceremony (five different possible ceremonies to read through!) and encountered the massive two story Target with a cart lift! Cart lift! I wanted to go up and down the escalator and watch it but we only did it twice and then moved on like grown ups. We checked out Sephora and got some lovely samples of verra expensive concealer which I will purchase as soon as I can decide which I like best. I love having the wedding as an excuse to buy myself frivolous things I would never ever consider buying otherwise, with someone else's money.
My sad state of a bridal shower will be happening on Saturday. It'll be a whopping eight people if my aunt ever answers her phone and Rachael surfaces from whatever rock she's been hiding under. Otherwise we're down to six, a sad, sad five. Here I am, at twenty-three, and I do not have any friends. Which is perfectly acceptable until you have to have a little party and you realize just how few people you have to invite. Must make friends, if only for the gift opportunities.
My list is shrinking but there are a few things left. Of course those will all hit the back burner because I have bought popping corn and I will be attempting, without burning myself, to make popcorn on the stove in a pot! Very primitive and exciting. If I do not burn down the apartment or take a kernel to the eye, I will eat massive amounts and then consider the other things I have to do. Also, we bought rollers to use to do something with my hair for the wedding. Josh is not very good at putting them in, he seems to think my hair needs to be ripping out for it to be right.