I’ve been checking the weather so obsessively it’s a shame that the Weather Channel app doesn’t provide rewards points.
I’ve sat up in bed at 3 a.m. to think, “Kleenex! Lots of Kleenex!”
I’ve been packed for three days, then unpacked, repacked, and packed again.
I’ve been attempting to get enough sun to at least beige my bingo wings (sleeveless dress), but not so much that the age spots on my face turn into continents.
I spent yesterday evening with my feet in the dishpan in the hopes of a) soaking off the summer-going-barefoot dirt and b) later grating off calluses so thick I could cross a tar road in Oklahoma at high noon in July.
I’ve worried about speeches, toasts, first dances, getting lost, getting to places on time, and hair. Always hair.
Tonight is the rehearsal dinner (Speeches! Toasts! And of course, hair!)
Tomorrow night our son is marrying a wonderful, wonderful woman.
And that’s one thing I’m not worried about at all!