Countdown to the wedding: THREE. DAYS.

I left the Kitty Den six times before noon today. 

First I left to go to the church and meet with the minister.

Then I realized I’d forgotten to bring the marriage license and had to go back.

Then I realized I’d forgotten my phone and had to go back.

Then I realized I’d forgotten the roll of ribbon I needed when I picked up my dress (I’ll explain later) and had to go back.

Then I realized I’d forgotten the bundle of place cards to drop at the reception site and had to go back.

THEN I realized the place cards could fall out of the envelope and had to go back to get a rubber band.

Then my head fell off. 

The ribbon is so that I could measure how long the train of my gown is.  I plan to be super-chic and über-classy at the rehearsal: I’ll be wearing a red satin corset top, a black skirt, black high heels, and a length of bright yellow ribbon with green polka dots hanging off my butt.  Dead sexy, y’all.  (But that way we can see how far back it goes and arrange accordingly; it’d be sad if my stepdad has to jump over the skirt to escort my mom to her pew.  I hope to avoid that, as it would probably be undignified.)

I have made more phone calls today than I usually do in three months.  So far I’ve talked to my mother once, Mike twice, and Mary (not her name) once, along with the florist, the videographer, the cake people, the bus company, the limo company, the DJ, and the tux rental folks; I couldn’t reach the photographer nor the organist so I left them messages.

I cannot fathom how some people get married TWICE. 

P.S.  On the bright side, I look pretty snazzy in my gown (if I do say so myself!), and this is all going very quickly.  Which means it’s almost time to PAR-TAAAAAAAAAY!!!!

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