“Things” have been crazy and are crazy at Tottering Hall for the past several months, weeks and now days. Happily, though, T takes care of me.
Tonight is my event at work. Yesterday he sent me flowers–to Keep Calm and Carry On.
We left this morning at an ungodly hour so T could get to the DMV to get our new MINI inspected and he could get a DC license (and formally relinquish Louisiana residency). He needed me to print paperwork for him so he bought me coffee and breakfast, that was nice.
I sent a message to our families about wedding weekend details. He responded to remind them it’s all on the website and to redirect any questions to him, to keep them away from me. What a protector!
It’s not on the calendar yet but I have an appointment at 11am on Saturday at the spa. He’s even going to drive me there. What service!
I don’t know what I do, other than know I am lucky to have someone take care of me.
I had a great time while Peggy was here last week. She came for a “mixer shower” that was hosted for us and stayed on for several days as she had spring break from school. While she was here, she was a task master! It was great. Also we had some fun–we went for a dress fitting at Angie’s and we went to ladies lunch at the club.
However, Danielle and Megan were also in for the shower so before they left, we took care of some very important made-up tradition business stuff: we buried the bourbon.
Danielle assures me it’s a made-up tradition, but for as much as we love bourbon it seemed a true sacrifice to the Gods to ensure that it does not rain on our wedding day.
|More made-up tradition: bury the bourbon with a palm. Appropriate as we did this on Palm Sunday.
I am hoping that burying the bourbon also keeps the ground temperature low enough so the 17-year cicadas don’t come out before the wedding. Gross.
It’s nothing but full tilt from here to the wedding. Gasp.
And so our wedding is in ONE. MONTH.