While laying at my feet just now, I totally freaked out the dog. An advert for some ridiculous psychic children show came on, referencing the whole Sixth Sense (I see dead people) thing.
Me:Â (Hissing)Â Samson, I see dead people.
Samson:Â (Sits upright, looks outside)
Me:Â (whispering) I see dead people!
Samson: (growling that leads to a short bark, a quick glare in my general direction) Not cool, Momma. Â Dogs don’t like dead people.
“Yanno, I never saw the third Star Wars movie.”
“Return of the Jedi?”
“No, the Sith one.”
“Oh. That crap.”
“I know he got burned by lava fighting with Obi Wan. But why was he so angry?”
“He was trapped in a bad movie.”
We are getting married in a month. ONE. MONTH. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. A lot of the errands have been completed but we still have things to do. The list is never ending. I cross something off and think of 3 others to add. I had my first dress fitting last week and again, I had one of those “I AM THE BRIDE” moments. I still have those from time to time but the panic subsides pretty quickly. But today Rob said, “Babe, we’re getting married one month from tomorrow” and all of the sudden it was like WHOA. Married. Aren’t I too young for this, to be someone’s wife, to be MRS. WARREN??
Momentary Freak Out.
And now back to our regularly scheduled programming.
We spent today working in the backyard and lounging around. It was the first day since the end of school that I didn’t go anywhere. Didn’t even leave the yard. I made a nice big dinner for us and we’ve been relaxing together this evening. Yesterday, I ran errands for the wedding. Met with the cake lady (3 tiers of German Chocolate cake with chocolate mousse filling, buttercream frosting) and got all of those plans situated. I paid for the sound system for the ceremony, settled the final music plans with the string quartet, bought fabric for the tablecloths for the rehearsal dinner and worked on the wedding favors. So yeah, I needed a day to do nothing wedding related, even though I worked on favors for a while tonight. It will get busier but I hope I’ve planned things well enough that the week of the wedding can be busy but not overly stressful.
It’s over. The school year is over. Finally. Utterly. Down to the last grade, tardy, computer stroke. Over. I desperately needed it to be over. My students this year were good and utterly rotten, sometimes simultaneously. If nothing else, I’m glad to see them moving on to someone else. But not my honors class. Them, I could keep for ages.
And now, onto the good stuff. Wedding. Summer. Enjoying my new husband. Friends. Travel. My animals. Gardening. The Farmer’s Market. The beach. The mountains. Sleeping in past 6:30am. Making dinner together. Catching up on Eastenders. Shopping. Unwinding after a long year. Rest. Rest. Recharge. Rest.
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