“Marriage means commitment.  Of course, so does insanity.”
-Unknown

Back in early March I finished planning the wedding with a big sigh of relief.  I finalized the food, flowers, decorations, invitations, dress, shoes, bridesmaids’ gifts, travel plans with family, and everything.  Then I gratefully stopped thinking about the whole thing in order to focus on getting my apartment ready and moving in.  The wedding was nice and far off and I was content not to think about it, plus it was mostly done, right?

Sigh.  Yesterday I was rudely awakened from my wedding planning hibernation when Elysha called me to tell me my invitations were ready.  Then, when we were in Target buying a microwave (because I’m a lost soul without one), J. reminded me that we need to register for things, and then a bunch of people reminded me about the actually getting ready part of the day (hair, makeup, all that torture), and THEN the spa I emailed months ago about the possibility of doing an early morning appointment for me and my friends for the big day finally emailed me back with information. 

Apparently my break is over and I have to get back to work.  The real big project for this party is going to be collecting addresses from people and getting them all out (have you seen the price of stamps?!) and I’m not going to love doing it.  But since everything else is done…I have no way to procrastinate!

Once upon a time I asked my mother if I could elope and her response was, “Whatever you’d like, honey.”  But!  As soon as there was the legitimate chance of me getting married?  “You.  Will.  Not.  Even.  Think.  About.  It.”