That means only THREE.MORE.MONTHS.
Three months! (Commence panic attack)
Three months to:
* Find supplies for our favors
* Start dress fittings
* Buy shoes to go with the dress
* Taste and pick food and wine for our reception
* Panic
* Nail down the ceremony
* Find the groom's suit, and shoes
* Meet with the DJ and pick music
* Get a marriage license (where does one get one of these, anyways? Does it take long? Am I behind? Ack.)
* Panic late into the night
* Run 340 more miles
* Collapse into heap of rubble
This wedding planning business is some time and labor-intensive, scary stuff.
But, I have no fear. I'll get it all done.
Tomorrow.
Because tonight, I am going to be preoccupied with THESE:
That's right. Figs are back in season! We got a HUGE 2 lb container at Trader Joe's last night and they are DELICIOUS. I think I've consumed about 10 of them already...
On tonight's menu:
Yep, that's right. It is pizza friday after all.
Yum. I'll deal with the stress tomorrow.
oooh i cant wait for you to post your fig pizza recipe.. Ill be ommiting the cheese of course. I 've bought figs from farmers market the past two weekends!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely not behind on the marriage license - if I remember correctly you have to procure it within 30 day window of the wedding or it expires :-)
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