So I’m getting married in less than a week.
Yes, friend(s), one week from today I’ll be at the beach with the wife. The actual wife. Of me. My actual wife.
We’re gathering steam for the final week of preparations. I’d go into lengthy detail if I thought either of you would care, but since I don’t think that is the case, I’ll just boil it down to a couple of things.
For starters, the house has been un-Christmased. I’m allowing the boxes of decorations to mellow in the living room before the final push to unearth their dwellings in the garage, which is a major sh!thole. This is not entirely my fault, although I am certainly a contributor — the drywall and other materials for the last stages of the home improvement project are all in a big heap on one side of our adorable mini-garage, making it more of a filthy jumble. I’ve lost enthusiasm for rooting around in junk for today, and there’s always that one stinking ornament that shows up after you’ve stowed everything, so the living room is where the three big totes are living for the moment. I’ll finish that up tomorrow, unless someone wants to come over and clean out the garage right now.
No? Nobody wants to? FINE.
I’ve also done some vacuuming and am about to embark on that most delightful of tasks, cleaning the litter box. I cannot wait for the cat’s face to heal so that we can retire the litter box once again. I keep wanting to ask him if his face hurts, BECAUSE IT’S KILLING ME, HA HA HA! But I refrain, because he does not speak the English.
In my opinion The Lovely Rhonda should be volunteering to clean the box at least one-third of the time, since her cat Hermione is contributing at LEAST one-third of the contents of said box, but I doubt she will see this my way. Perhaps a pre-nup is in order…
Today I attended services at the church. I was alone because TLR is at work today and the children are at their other households. Everyone at church looked upon me in wonder and amazement: Just you today? Because I normally do not exist in nature without at least one orbiting child, if not three, as well as the future Mrs. Me. And when I nodded, Yes, just me, each person without fail said something along the lines of Well, good for you! Enjoy the peace and quiet!
Anyway, while I was there I looked around the sanctuary and the meeting hall and thought, OMG WHO IS GOING TO DECORATE THIS PLACE FOR THE WEDDING DO WE HAVE ENOUGH NAPKINS I HAVEN’T FINISHED THE SLIDE SHOW OR MUSIC GAAAAAAAAH.
And then I drove home and clutched the cat to my breast and rocked while muttering to myself about pew bows for a good hour, before I came to my senses.
It will all come together, and it will all be okay.
In the meantime, if either of you are interested in coming over to tie a bajillion little golden jingle bells together into bunches, drop me a line.