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Thirty days to go... it seems a bit unreal, since -- wasn't it just yesterday? -- they haven't been engaged that long. And yet, they have been engaged forever.
So there are a lot of things to get done in the last four weeks. Where the bride likes to get things done far in advance, and hates the last-minute rush, the mother-of-the-bride thrives on the adrenaline of a deadline. This is where I excel. So look out; it's all gonna get done.
But not today. It's shot day, and not a good one. The fact that I sorta forgot to pop some of my mega meds yesterday might have something to do with it. No prob. There's always tomorrow.
For now, I just want to get through this interminably lonnnnng day. I want to go home and have sweet-and-sour meatballs for dinner. I want to get into bed with my laptop and my pillow, finish some projects, start some others, and feel as tho everthing is operating on the proper channel.
I want my weekend.
So there are a lot of things to get done in the last four weeks. Where the bride likes to get things done far in advance, and hates the last-minute rush, the mother-of-the-bride thrives on the adrenaline of a deadline. This is where I excel. So look out; it's all gonna get done.
But not today. It's shot day, and not a good one. The fact that I sorta forgot to pop some of my mega meds yesterday might have something to do with it. No prob. There's always tomorrow.
For now, I just want to get through this interminably lonnnnng day. I want to go home and have sweet-and-sour meatballs for dinner. I want to get into bed with my laptop and my pillow, finish some projects, start some others, and feel as tho everthing is operating on the proper channel.
I want my weekend.