I Want My Wedding Dress
April 15 is not only tax day, but the day I will officially let myself think about the wedding in any great detail. I am neither anticipating nor dreading this day; my idea is just to get as much done as possible before my business travel kicks in for the summer. If I have most things done, I won’t have to think about it while I’m trying to enjoy tequila shots on the beach at sunset (with tuna poki and guacamole chips ‘n dip thrown in for good measure).
However, there is one thing I’m obsessing about and I. MUST. STOP. NOW. Someone tell me to stop calling my home phone number. Someone tell me that it technically hasn’t been four months since I ordered my wedding dress (that would be Thursday). Someone tell me that I should chill out, let the dress arrive when it arrives, and stop stressing out when our voicemail intones “One saved message” instead of “One new message and one saved message.” The dress will get here shortly. There’s no need to freak out and panic.
Seriously, though? I want my wedding dress. And I’m dialing again right now.