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Mid-Week...
Mar. 8th, 2006 09:03 pmHad a job today, and for the next several days, it seems, since they said they actually want me to come back. I was helping with a file purge at a law firm. It was much smaller and more relaxed than the last place. I'd forgotten how heavy banker's boxes can be, though. I was hauling them around all day. Spine says "ow"...
I managed to tell my mom that I knew the whole big wedding secret, and she wasn't mad at all. She knew trying to surprise me was unlikely to work. While it will be wonderful to have my folks here, as well as Joan & Rem, it just gives me more things to worry about. Few things terrify me more than airplanes, so the fact that four people I love will be climbing aboard one for the sole purpose of seeing me, it's another pile of stress I could do without. Telling me not to worry is like telling the sky to stop being blue. I just worry about stupid stuff I have no control over. Will they find their way around when they get here? Will they have a good time? Have I been a good daughter? What if they lose their luggage? What if the wedding turns into a disorganized mess, will they regret coming? That is, if they get here at all, they're flying Northwest, who might be going on strike soon! AAK!
Sometime in the next 24 days(!), Luke and I have to conjure up some sort of ceremony, and meaningful words to say. I feel like that's the really important part, since we're not having a lot of the other things you usually have at a wedding. I'm not sure there are even words out there that could properly express what we have and what he means to me.
I managed to tell my mom that I knew the whole big wedding secret, and she wasn't mad at all. She knew trying to surprise me was unlikely to work. While it will be wonderful to have my folks here, as well as Joan & Rem, it just gives me more things to worry about. Few things terrify me more than airplanes, so the fact that four people I love will be climbing aboard one for the sole purpose of seeing me, it's another pile of stress I could do without. Telling me not to worry is like telling the sky to stop being blue. I just worry about stupid stuff I have no control over. Will they find their way around when they get here? Will they have a good time? Have I been a good daughter? What if they lose their luggage? What if the wedding turns into a disorganized mess, will they regret coming? That is, if they get here at all, they're flying Northwest, who might be going on strike soon! AAK!
Sometime in the next 24 days(!), Luke and I have to conjure up some sort of ceremony, and meaningful words to say. I feel like that's the really important part, since we're not having a lot of the other things you usually have at a wedding. I'm not sure there are even words out there that could properly express what we have and what he means to me.
