Does it help to say this is all normal, and it will all be good?

Heh. A bit. Mainly focusing on praying for no rain.

Heh. A bit. Mainly focusing on praying for no rain.

No rain! No rain!

I don't actually remember much of my wedding. I'm told it was a beautiful, memorable one, but I was too busy to enjoy it.

Have your drink, and don't worry too much about Saturday: one of the best-kept secrets is that it's one of those days where things actively conspire to make you happy.

one of the best-kept secrets is that it's one of those days where things actively conspire to make you happy.

That is beautiful.

Oy. Every wedding planner should have that tattoo visible to everyone.

Reminds me of when my friend's midwife calmly reminded her, "Your body knows what to do."

Funny how we forget those fundamental truths when external stress forces loom. (Well, with birth it is definitely an internal stress force...but, I'm sure you know what I mean.)

What amych said. Best wishes to you, Seska, I'm sure it will all work out wonderfully!

Seska, if I were closer, I'd offer to go pick up The Girl's gift for you! That's the kind of errand usually perfect for someone else to take care of for you. Good luck this week!

5 days after shoulder surgery, I'm back to work! Not in the office yet since I won't be cleared to drive until my doc appointment tomorrow. But still! I am 4 days early in my return. Which, since our company suckily employs the PTO thing instead of separate sick/vacation, every day I use recuperating is a day less vacation.

It is my experience that backstage at weddings, chaos reigns. However, somehow things always come together to make a beautiful occasion. So take heart, Seska. Know that not only are your physically nearest and dearest behind you, but we are too.

Did I ever mention that my roommate in college got married during winter break of her last year? Two weeks before the wedding, her honey called to wake her up so they could go to church together. So she went to take a bath, and was so worn out that she didn't realize until she was getting out of the bathtub that she still had her nightgown on.

And yes, theirs was a lovely wedding. And I didn't even hate my dress.

Good luck, Seska, and best wishes!

Can the Buffistas send my brother a big hug? Since September, he has not spent the night with my parents because his girlfriend and pets are not welcome, so he always drives home under the pretense of having to take care of the pets, which my dad keeps telling him to "get rid of." Despite this clear stand he is taking and the fact that he has specifically said that if they let his girlfriend stay over, he would spend the night, he has to go through the same argument every single time. Every time he visits, they simply assume he will be spending the night, and he has to tell them that he's not, every time. I seriously cannot imagine how he does it. It must be fucking exhausting.

But in HILARIOUS news, my grandfather has apparently become so impatient that I get married that he told me I should just find a white girl. (But not a black girl. I could find ANYONE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD, but not a black girl. Baby steps, guys.) He pointed to my cousin-uncle who married a white girl and now, look, his sister just got married and they were there at the wedding and everything was fine, WHATEVER.

Maybe I've worn them down. They've certainly worn me down. I wonder what my parents think. (They were not present when he made his declaration, but my other grandfather was.)

But in HILARIOUS news, my grandfather has apparently become so impatient that I get married that he told me I should just find a white girl.

I wondered why pigs were flying outside my window...

And, man, I really feel for your brother. How exhausting.

My dad continually concern-trolls about my brother and me not having partners/ maybe being gay. I told my mom that one day I ought to call him and give him half-credit. She said she'd hurt me if I did.