Days to wedding (at the time of writing*): 2
After packing alone all morning while NTS was at work. Also, sewing all week. Also, working.
Brid: Oh, dear God. I don’t want to get married anymore. It’s too difficult.
NTS: Have some lunch.
NTS: We can leave now!
Brid: I demand iced coffee and sleep. Probably in that order.
Brid: We’re getting married! To each other!
Brid: So, I brought the glue gun in case of emergencies. I haven’t used it for anything yet, but you never know.
Brid: I also brought purple duct tape, rope, hemp and the spotted fabric I’ve been using as a panacea for the last two weeks.
Brid: Did you bring your leatherman?
NTS: Yes, why?
Brid: Does it have a saw blade?
NTS: …yes. Why?
Twenty-two bottles of wine, a bottle of mead, and a handle each of Jameson’s and Captain Morgan later…
Status update: Playing booze tetris at the NH liquor store.**
That’s a lot of fog.
NTS: You know what’s interesting about World War II? Roald Dahl being a spy, seducing ambassadors’ wives and learning state secrets. No one talks about that in class, and they totally should. Also, all of these other facts that I am going to enlighten you with in the most interesting way possible.
Brid: You’re like a college class, but sexier!
Brid: I’m too lazy to stop and buy tea and coffee. Let’s do it tomorrow when we pick up the marriage license.
Brid: Shoot, now I want tea.
* I’m typing this post without internet access, hoping vaguely to find a hotspot*** tomorrow when we go for the marriage license. Failing that, you are probably reading this way after the wedding. But If I’m going to suffer in a humourous manner, you’re darn well going to hear about it sooner or later.
** Of note, I don’t have a smart phone. If I did, this would have been an actual status update. Not having had a spare moment to write in a few days, I may be going into blog withdrawal. Or sanity withdrawal.
*** Three cheers for public libraries everywhere! They have saved us on many, many occasions. More on that another time.