I didn't do a productive thing all weekend. I didn't even mail the invitations, which was the one thing on my Thing-a-Doo list. This weekend. I will do it this weekend. I will. Really. Chris has a new printer that's ready to address some envelopes. We wanted to negotiate a hotel rate for people visiting from out of town and send that out on the info card. I don't think that's going to happen afterall. I'm just not feeling it. I have every confidence in my friends' and family's ability to book hotel rooms independent of me.
I'm wondering how many Mexicans we're going to have crammed in the house. It should be fun. I'm going to rent a rug shampooer. I think we're going to have more guests than beds. I can't remember what the count was at Veronica's house-warming. (64, maybe?) I better stock up on toilet paper.
We're discussing stuff...like how we're going to get Alex to football practice four days a week by 6:00 pm when we're living in another city. I think if we keep him in the same daycare it will work until school starts in mid-August. After that I'll have to drive from Dallas to Grapevine to Irving in the space of an hour. Traffic is a concern. I've considered hiring someone to drive Alex to practice. I don't know how much that would be with the cost of gas going insane. I ran into Coach Robert today. I told him we're moving, but he can count on us. I told him we planned our wedding date around the football season. He understood our priorities.
Time seems to have slowed down considerably and yet I'm worried about not having enough. I don't think my sisters have ordered their dresses yet. I have their jewelery in my office. Chris keeps assuring me that it's going to be ok. He tells me, ""Honey no one is going to show up naked."" Leave it to a man to be logical.
I think my show is on. Where is everybody?
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