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Where to start?  Less than a month from now, I'll be getting married.  Everything is booked or reserved or what-have-you.  It's go time. 

Chris and I went to the florist yesterday and decided on the bouquets.  I honestly don't remember everything we talked about.  I know there will be white roses and other stuff.  I took a lot of time making up my mind.  I shouldn't be given too many choices.  Ever.  I have the Chili's menu memorized and it still takes me fifteen minutes to decide on dinner.  I have every confidence the flowers will be lovely.  They're flowers afterall.  It's not like I'm using thistle.

People keep telling me I should get what I want because I'm the bride and it's up to me.  I get to marry the sweetest guy in the universe.  What else could I want?  Mrs. McQueary sent me an email asking what music I wanted for the bridesmaids and the march and my parents and if I wanted a song after the vows and dinner music.  I have spent the past three days listening to all of her suggestions on youtube.  I am no closer to deciding.  Chis and I wanted different music.  I told her to surprise me because no matter what she plays, I'll still be married after it's all said and done.

Tomorrow we're meeting with the Reverend for a counseling session.  Good times.  I filled out the answers on my copy.  Chris won't tell me what he got for number three because we're not supposed to discuss it.  I may bring up his inability to confide in me during the session.

We had been talking about going to the Texas coast for the honeymoon.  Changed our minds.  We'll be in Vegas for five days.  I wish I had paid more attention to Jane's explanation of playing poker.  Maybe we can do a crash course before she leaves.  I've never been to Vegas and I'm pretty excited about it.  I'll have to get a picture with an Elvis impersonator.

It's quiet without Alex around the house.  I actually read a book.  I didn't know that Judy Blume had written any adult books.  I just read Smart Women.  It's not Pulitzer material, but not a bad read.

My Honey has a cold.  I keep offering to go get him new meds.  He's taking some, but they're not working completely.  Poor Honey...

I keep trying to remember if there's something I'm forgetting.  There usually is.  I'm hoping after vacation, I'll come back a little clearer.  I need to find a new swimsuit.  Holler if you find one on clearance.