Hooooly mackerel. I was pretty happy because Chris and I completely finished 20 invitations this weekend - that's stuffed, stamped and ready to go. Then I realized that the big invites go out...next week. Eeks! 20 down, 94 to go. And once again this week is busy with swimming, movie night, and study group. But on the plus side, they don't need to hit the mailbox until the middle of next week. So I have a little wiggle room. Just a little though. Then I looked at the knot to see what the next big items are...and realized it's only 68 days until wedded bliss. The good news is - I'm not at all worried about being married. I'm marrying the right man, and I'm ready for happily ever after. Now as for the rest of it, There must be 1000 things I'm worried about.
I'm going to misspell someone's name on the invitations ("Dear Tammy, please be my bridesmaid. Love Sharrill")
I'm going to forget to invite someone ("Mom! What do you mean you didn't know you were invited?")
I'll forget to fill some vital role in the marriage (Scene: St Cecilia's. Time: 11AM Dec 11. Cough, cough. "Um, is anyone here a priest or deacon or a jp or?")
I won't tip the right people, and they'll turn up at Mom & Dad's house carrying torches, tar, and feathers
I won't get thank you notes out and my relatives will hate me forever. (Scene: Bellrose family reunion. "See that woman over there? Don't talk to her, she doesn't send thank you cards!")
and of course let's not forgot the classic
I'll trip going down the aisle, and give myself a shiner for all of the wedding pix.

Panicked? Who's panicked?

- posted by cam @ 2:45 PM