I think that I have pinpointed the cause of the depression and nightmares that have been plaguing me these last few weeks. I am under stress at work (which I can totally see the irony since I am sitting at work right now blogging) and things are heating up with the wedding plans.
All hell is breaking loose at the job. I spent last weekend hanging out with my Dad's side of the family to celebrate my parent's 40th wedding anniversary. The bride did not come, because she had agreed to go to a wedding in Minnesota long before the plans for the Anniversary party were made. I had to explain to fifty people where in Iowa we were going to get married and when invitations were coming out. I told them sometime next week. The package with the invitations just came today. Tomorrow, we are going to get our engagement pictures taken. The weekend after Labor Day, we go up to finalize hymns and make the last addendum's to the rest of the Church music. I need to get measured for a tux and order groomsmen presents. Everything has to be done now (at least I think so) so that we don't have to worry about a thing in October. Fuckity fuck fuck!
But wait, that's not all. We have 425 people on the invitation list, of which we know for a fact that 350 are definitely coming. The reception hall only holds 310 people. My boss is in her cubicle crying because her boss is trying to take all work away from her, basically denigrating her to the role of a servant even though she is more qualified to do her bosses' job than her boss is. I fucking hate politics and nonexpandible places. I kind of just want to take an epilady to my nethers until they are smooth and slick.
Invites have arrived. If you're not doing anything on November 3rd and want to hang out in Northeastern Iowa for the weekend, drop me a line.
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