I vowed to myself and to Patrick that I would clean up today. Thus far, it’s 2 p.m. and all’s I’ve done is one load of laundry. Well, that and stopped Mabel 2093984038 times from nursing on Baxter and climbing the ficus tree. But I still feel sick from last night. We’ve come to the conclusion that I’m allergic to red wine, which is sad because I do enjoy it. So I’ve had this horrible headache and even worse, an awful tummy ache. Woe is me.
I really can’t wait until Monday. It’s the wedding shower and I get to see how my dress looks now that it’s been fitted. Almost everything else is taken care of. The only small detail is how I’m going to wear my hair. It seems like such a girlish thing to think about. Oh god! How’s my hair?! But really, this is supposed to be the most special day of my life, right? Yes. In all honesty, though, I can’t wait until it’s over and done with and Patrick and I are on our way to New Orleans.
I suppose that’s it.
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