“Every party has a pooper, that’s why we invited you . . .”

Everybody sing with me:  “. . . Party pooper!”

T-minus one month and counting.

I’m currently watching Father of the Bride (I’m getting it in while I can since I’m pretty sure Steve Martin is banned from 4201 Lee Highway #104) and feeling like this crazy scene is my life. Because not only am I watching this fun film, but I’m also putting together a slide show for my bridal shower this weekend, compiling an Etsy order of various supplies in order to finish up some (but certainly not all) of my craft projects, writing checks to vendors, and of course blogging! Whew. My to-do list is getting longer instead of shorter, which is great fun. But enough of this, time to get back to it all, because before I know it June 27th will be here. Of course, I know the date will arrive whether I get all this random crap these wedding-related tasks get done or not, and I know that that day will be amazing regardless.

Bring it on.

P.S.- My sincere apologies to those of you who were waiting patiently for part 2 of “Location, Location, Location”, and for any and all resulting confusion in its lack of publication. I will try and do a short synopsis of what lead us from those lovely pictures of mountains and water to a terrain with only mountains, i.e. Santillane and the Kyle House, so you all know where we are actually getting married!