So it's probably going to rain. I knew this all along, that the weather is of its own mind (okay, currents, anyway) and is not known for making exceptions for important events, but still, I'm bummed about it. Maybe the reason is the way I found out: I stopped by my midwife's office today (no, no surprises, she's a midwife who also provides Well Woman gynecological care) and ... I totally didn't mean to start talking about gynecology. Anyway, I picked something up from her and she said "I hear Saturday's going to be beautiful. It's going to rain Friday, but by Saturday it will clear up and be gorgeous." I'm hoping she didn't know my wedding was on Friday, because otherwise, what a bitch.
On top of the visions of damp chiffon and sunless photos dancing in my head, yesterday Jeff was felled by a stomach bug, so I came to work today in a foul mood.
So what did I do? I went out for lunch and got a ginormous burger, fries, and a beer, and then I took a break to sing 20 minutes of karoke with Bryan. Balm for the soul, if not for the arteries ... or vocal chords.
Sorry, I know I'm boring. But don' t worry, I won't tell you about my dreams (except that they involved my leaving the gas on and killing a bunch of possums that somehow materialized in my apartment).
3 days ...