As you may have already guessed, I have a case of the Mondays. Don't worry, it's not a severe case, more like a "it's rainy outside, I want to run off to Reno to get married, my job is insanely boring" case. Of course, there is a good reason behind each of these symptoms but rather than directly divulge the information, I prefer to beat around the bush and leave you guessing. So here I sit, writing a blog called "The Big Day" in hopes of realizing that every day is a big day. Not just May 29, 2010 which is slowly and surely taking over my entire life. After all, every day is what you make it.
Normally, on days like this in Tennessee, I would show up at my dear friend Bianca's home with a pizza and adult beverages. This form of therapy accomplished numerous goals:
- Simple, glorious, gossipy conversation
- Puppy fix
- Nolan fix
- Delicious, greasy, cheesy, yummy pizza
But, alas, I am no longer in Tennessee, which means I am no longer 10 minutes away from Bianca's house. Instead of a pizza night, I got off work and Clint and I met with our wedding photographer to finalize our contract. We had Taco Bell for dinner, watched an episode of Lost, and curled up on the couch with Jake, Serious Cat, and Mr. Pickles.
I promise I'm not whining. It was just one of those days. Between the hours of 10am-2pm, I
did succeed in ordering 3 cases of scalloped bud vases from Walmart for our centerpieces, along with 16 rolls of minidot ribbon for our invitations. I also met with our Priest, created our reception cards, and made an appointment for wedding dress alterations in March.
Boo-yah.
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