***vacation week***

So, here I am on vacation week, emptying the garage so that Olive, our first joint piece of property and/or car, can fit in and not be subjected to the saptree spitting on her. Olive is our new car - gasp. Never had a new car. Had an Altima that was second hand (i.e. my mother's car) and an Over Achiever that I shared with my mother, but never a new car. One that you go to the window 45 times a night to check. Wracked with panic about Olive's goodwill and keeping that investment. But I digress. Have used Olive as an excuse to take a week off and clean out the garage. And by take a week off, I mean spending the morning answering work calls, well, some of the morning :).

Twinkie and I also ventured to the outlaws to water flowers, wash and dry clothes and revel in the airconditioned splendour that is their house.

Many wedding updates - one important one - we now have nobody to marry us. We had really wanted D. to marry us because she is amazing and well-spoken and part of our church, but alas, she has a personal life with dates in it, too and must adhere to those. So, we have nobody at present. It may all have to happen in Las Vegas.

We also don't have a contract for the venue. Turns out all the forms are being redone and when they are all redone, we can sign them. Not sure when that will be.

First time I did this whole matrimony thing, my mother had a wedding planner. At the time that made me cranky because mostly I was given rules and a set structure - like leaving the party at 10:30. Possibly my reluctance to do that should have been foretelling. But it wasn't. And now, with my mother heading off for six weeks, she has said that we need to think very seriously about a colour theme, or some words like that.

What that means, is what colour of napkins, table cloths and stuff we want. Huh. Last night at dinner, Twinkie regaled our friends with the colour scheme for her outfit - so sexy, so lovely. I'm aghast. These things have not occurred to me. Obviously i need a wedding planning book or I'm going to botch this thing.

The only thing that I have seen in the last week that I would want at the wedding is a handy pair of telescoping weeny roasters.

Yep.

However, we did think about having a friend M.C. the day. Either by themselves or with another friend. Mostly to share the panic. Nah, the joy.

When we were talking about it last night, I started thinking, this is going to be such a lovely event for us and our family and friends. Especially if I get a good checklist. Tablecloth colours? Last time I had a wedding planner and a gay husband to worry about those details. Harrumph.

Yours in oblivion, off to the dump.