Putting this here so I can walk away from it.

[sprky79]

I just sent the girl who saved the fiance's life an e-mail asking for her address so I can send her a save the date. She's the reason we get to even HAVE a wedding in the first place, the least I can do is invite her and feed her rubber chicken and lots of booze :-)

I think that I'm probably just PMSing like a boss, but what is bugging me the most about wedding planning these days is not that my Mom is gone. I miss my mom to the moon and back, but I think I'm doing the thigns she would have wanted, and I'm wearing her veil, and I'm trying to honor her as best as I can. And my younger sister has been the most amazing support in the planet. I could not ask for a better cheerleader, taskmaster and all around support than my sister.

But I waited six years for us to finally plan our wedding. Between the wait and the accident, I keep waiting to wake up one day and find out that this was all a dream, that I don't get to marry him, and that he really did drown in that car. He didn't, he's doing great, and I KNOW that. I'm just being ridiculous. But still. Le sigh.


At least in good news, I did NOT have to eat the lame ass can of soup at all this week, since we had all sorts of really yummy leftovers floating around the office from the Vice Presidents meetings going on all week :-)