I like days off. Mm. Mornings. Days off. Good times.
Nothing like just waking up and not getting out of bed--curling up with a quilt and spending the morning doing nothing substantial. I'm just talking to Rob, looking at some wedding website my mom wanted me to see, and trying not to think about the fact that my brother is getting married in less than a month.
Truth be told, I'm looking forward to the wedding... but I'm getting really sick of all the stuff that goes with it. I hate wedding magazines, I hate flower arranging books, I hate bridal boutiques, and I hate trying on heels. What is the point of prancing around a wedding store wearing jeans and trying on high heels that were designed to wear with a floor-length bridesmaid's gown? It looks STUPID. You get no idea of how they are actually going to work with anything else.
And they're uncomfortable.
Part of me thinks that if I ever get married, I should just elope. The other part of me thinks it would be awfully fun to have a nice wedding, but only as long as I don't have to consult wedding magazines.
I think the real truth is that I'm secretly terrified that someday I'll sink to that level and actually read them.
No offense if you're actually getting married. From what I've seen, there's no way to really manage without them. I mean, there is, but it's a heck of a lot harder.
No more wedding stuff. Yech. It's my day off.
Love,
Beth
today, too?