I feel like I first have to apologize to B. who, in a review of SHSF, had congratulated me on not obsessing about the wedding (WHICH IS ON SATURDAY). B., hide your eyes, get ready, because I’m going to have to let you down a little.
So many things have been going wrong, or at least awry, I think they deserve mention. Some are funny, some are not. Funny would include the fact that yesterday I had to go emergency shopping because Oliver, in a moment of maddness, decided to do laundry and in the process washed most of my underwear with a pair of dark blue socks. His jeans are all now, well, bluer, no biggie, but I didn’t know you could dye dark red panties black with blue socks. World: learn from this experience.
Funny would also kind of include the fact that, Oliver has decided that his outfit clashes with the first outfit I’m wearing for the civil ceremony on Saturday, he isn’t allowed to see the other dress and let’s just hope he doesn’t think the same thing when he sees it. He wants to go shopping on Friday for a new shirt and tie to rectify the situation. Yeah last minute shopping!
Not so funny, but still amusing, is the fact that it will rain (75% chance) on my wedding day, which puts the outside portion of the event in question. As long as we keep Oliver’s mom a little buzzed, no one will shed too many tears, so that one’s still ok.
My co-worker just quit, guaranteeing me a double workload from almost the moment I come back. I’m not even certain my company will motivate to replace him and no one will replace the great work chemistry we’ve had. I am sad about this.
One of the few Americans able to come to the wedding was benched at the last minute with a burst appendix. She’s one of my wonderful and funny aunts and would have had a blast here in Germany. I hate that her whole Paris vacation had to be cancelled. She’s a saint because she’s still recovering and yet sent her husband off to go anyway. Dave is also wonderful and funny and I’m lucky to have him there.
The kicker/bonus point is this: Oliver is at an interview, right now, which is scary because if they offer him something he likes it means we’ll marry and he moves out to Regensburg for the work week and lives with me on the weekend.
OK, good, glad to have that out. People, wish me luck, and maybe a little sunshine…?