I’m organized as if planning a siege. The house is serial killer clean, the bags are packed and loaded. Dress clothes and jewelry are coordinated with shoes and jackets. I’ve traveled all over the world, but this is the first time I’ve taken fancy clothes with me. The Mother of the Bride and Wedding dresses are hanging out together. They are very excited and ready to go.
Mail and newspapers suspended. Fridge cleaned out, except for the stuff my Son will eat while we are gone. He’s looking forward to having the house to himself. I’m threatening him within an inch of his life if he isn’t where he’s supposed to be on time, later.
“Show up hours early with your drivers license and passport. Expect a full body cavity search.” This September, air travel will be stressful.
Mr. Wonderful is sulking in a room far away from me. He dared to complain about being ‘told what to do' and I let him have it with a blast of both barrels. Don’t mess with the Star Chamber.
It’s hosing rain. We must be ready for a wedding.