You know, I have spent an inordinate amount of time talking about how we're not doing much for the wedding, it's all very laid back, no big fuss or muss and yet?

I just spent several minutes perfecting the art of applying false eyelashes. False. Eyelashes.

Clearly I need to find things to obsess over when they don't exist in their expected state, or how else do you explain how excited and chuffed I was with myself by accomplishing this? Also? I have a bag filled with entirely new makeup. I never wear makeup. And now I have TWO products with the word primer in them. Primed for what? I didn't realized that makeup needed to be coaxed and ready to sit on my face and clog my pores. Which, of course, it promises not to but still.

We're getting married next week. Next week. It's pretty much all I think about these days, and I should add that we'll be announcing a little surprise at our sites before we leave, if you're so inclined to care, and it has nothing to do with a baby before you all jump the gun. I know our families think we'll be pregnant before the year is out but they would be wrong. Ahem.

I am futzing and making mental notes of everything and planning what books to buy because in between all of the cheese I plan on eating, and all of the wine I plan on drinking, I plan on reading. And when I'm not doing these things, I will be ... sleeping. Or something. Of course there will be that niggling detail of getting married, and people keep asking me if I'm nervous.

Nope. Not an iota. I keep waiting for some pang or butterfly to rise up and jolt me into reality but this is reality I guess. I'm excited as can be and just ready for it get here already. I love our wedding rings - we had them made, they match, they're engraved and they mean to world to us. I am really, really excited to wear my dress, which is being altered as we speak, and I'm awfully worried about the extra Cheese-Its I ate yesterday while I was working because the seamstress took the dress in. I still think that was a risky move, and didn't really need it, but I relented.

I did not eat Cheese-Its today. I cannot promise you what tomorrow will bring.

Anyway, I am also really excited to wear all of that makeup, don the new shoes, spend all that time doing my hair and marrying this great guy who I can't believe I get to marry. Whenever he shows me pictures of himself as a kid, I always pause to think how lucky I am that that kid ended up choosing me. Me. It still blows my mind.

So I think all of the makeup and hair and futzing and planning gives me something to focus my energies on or I might just burst, grab him by the hand to say our "I Dos" downtown before a judge in my running shorts and zit-stained chin, wondering what I will do with the pashmina wrap still on its way.

Posted by Erin at 09:48 PM | filed under: Wedding, marriage, love, etc.

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