Yes, it's true. I'm packing for yet another week filled with flowers, details, rehearsals, manicures, hair-do's, dresses, shoes, make-up, speeches, drinks, appetizers, dinners, something old, something new, borrowed, blue, yada, yada, yada, and all of the other goodies that come with a wedding. This is the stuff little girls dream about ...
...except this little girl.
It's not the marriage, it's the hoopla. It's just not my thing - the WHOLE thing is not my thing. I'm not cut out for stressing and dwelling on details and drama. I'm just not good at it. My mind functions somewhere between pragmatic and indifferent. I'm not into fluff... and I don't deal well when that "fluff" elevates into headline news. It spins me... and I essentially become useless to the stressed out bride!
So here I am again, preparing for the hoopla of another one of my best friend's wedding weeks ... preparing to steadfastly go through the details and the drama. I am very excited for her and her fiance, but the stuff that goes along with it... hmmm, well I suck at that stuff.
Go get 'em tiger. And God help me (and the bride) through the week.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment