First?

Yeah, the spousebeast and I went the minimalist route: JOP, then to our favorite dive bar for a reception with a few work friends...which largely consisted of much beer and a huge platter of sandwich fixings donated by the deli where he worked at the time.

What stressed us out, though, was flowers (to the point where we totally forgot about a cake!). It's always something.

But we made it through and are getting ready to go back to said dive bar to celebrate anniversary #7 on February 16. <3

Love that song, and I know the feeling of "overkill"

That one time I got married, my fiance and I sat down ahead of time to go over the invite list of prospective guests, and "only a few close friends" and relatives suddenly ballooned into dozens of people who might or might not show but who would be so offended if not invited and finally we slammed the notebook shut and said, "that's it -- we're inviting NOBODY"

We had a simple ceremony at our favorite state park with a Best Man, a Maid of Honor, the minister (who had been our high school principal) and immediate family.

Sure, the marriage didn't last, but one of my sisters did the same way a few years later and she and her hubby are still going strong =)

Uh huh, there's always something else. At least your entire wedding planning process is less than a month, so there can't be too many nights of losing sleep, just by definition.

You could just have popcorn. Popcorn and cake, mmmm.

Last night I was kinda kept up because on my way home from rehearsal on BART, I was riding with the guy in my troupe whom I wrote about a couple topics ago, who I'd previously been attracted to. And our conversation moved onto the topic of the conversation I'd written about, I think through his prompting, because I was teasing him about getting nipple rings, or something like that. I certainly didn't want to talk about my prior attraction to him again. Because then things got awkward and there were things we were both not saying, but he came out and told me he thought he'd been more awkward around me since that conversation, and I hadn't really noticed. Whereas in my mind I was more concerned about that dream I had about him, and the fact I'd written about it without telling him. I was going to tell him the specifics of the dream, but then it was his stop, so I didn't. I ended up messaging him later to reassure him that I didn't want any kind of sexual relationship with him, but that I like the jokey flirting stuff. What kept me up was the worry that I've been making him uncomfortable with it. Guh!

I already posted my entry yesterday. I had a couple of ideas right off the bat, but the one I posted spoke to me more, because it's been on my mind a bit. It feels good to have it out of the way, so I can focus on finishing reading 1984 before I have to return it to the library in a week. And then after that, I'll be off to Seattle for a few days! Anyone here in Seattle?

Since we were up wayyyyyy past bedtime Sunday night, last night was an early-to-bed-early-to-sleep night. I do remember hearing thunder in the middle of the night, but nothing else.

Still pondering my entry. Need to get it done.

I recommend mixed nuts, butter mints, and cake. I.e., cocktail-party type nibbles and the cake, but nothing overwhelming to arrange or pay for.

WRITING the new topic is keeping me up. So is a now-overdue (but non-renewable) book by Neal Shusterman, "The Scythe," which I likely will finish tonight and then pay a minor fine for keeping too long. Completely worth it. :)

I'm trying not to let politics keep me up at night, but there's more fuel on the tire fire every day, it seems. :(

Been consumed by my responsibility of writing a handout for the group project and my "action plan" for my continuing ed class. (Yay! Re-licensure!) That gets me the guaranteed B and 3 Graduate credits. Writing a book review gets me an A. I am gunning for the A, but the book I have to review is dry and it sucks.

One of my besties is in hospital. He had a fall on Sunday and lay there for five hours before one of his neighbors realized the lights hadn't been on all day.

I got back from visiting him about an hour ago, and will go back tomorrow. He's badly bruised, but nothing is broken. It's heart breaking because his daughter is using this to put him in assisted living, and take his car and license away. He's broken hearted, as am I, for him.

I'm sending for pizza!

In my friend's case he has trouble managing his home, and like your MIL believes he can get on top of it. As for the driving, I have been a passenger in his car for years, and he's darn good, fast reflexes, very attentive. He dow need assisted living, maybe a good seniors apartment...not my call. Sigh So hard to see him suffer like this.

I'm so sorry your MIL had such a bad fall, and accident. That must be terrible for you and your husband. So unfair that she blames you, though.

This is a strong man being bullied when he's momentarily weak. Heartbreaking.