I’d be lying if it I didn’t say wedding-planning has consumed every fiber of my being, but I’d also be lying if I didn’t point out that my day job ain’t helping much either. Can’t. Write. Another. Word. Creativity. Spread. Thin. Picture a wad of gum. (I hate gum.) Now picture a wad of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe. Picture the pink string that stretches between your shoe and the concrete when you discover that you’ve stepped on Bazooka Joe. That’s my brain, chewed up, stretched thin and stepped on.
Joe’s over at his grandfather’s place tonight and I’m alone for the first time in awhile. The house is zen-like. The pug and I are exhausted from fetching and chasing Pug Baby Jr. We’re watching 30 Rock, eating cold pasta and sending sappy emails to Joe. The last thing I want to do, frankly, is think. So I apologize for slacking in the Lance department. Thank you Heather for giving me a little nudge. I’m here and I’ve got several quality posts in the brain bank, so please stick around. I’ll brb.
The pictures are from my two bridal showers – my ladylike and lovely tea party in Tampa and my backyard bridal bonanza in NY. Both were wonderful, thoughtful, so sweet and so touching. I’m lucky. So, so lucky. I can’t wait to dance with my friends and family in a wedding dress and faux snakeskin pumps.
I can’t wait to be on my honeymoon! Have I told you guys where we’re going? That we’re road-tripping through the Adirondack Mountains, staying in lavish bed & breakfasts and rustic campgrounds from Ellicottville, N.Y. to Burlington, Vt.? Ooooooo yeah.