Yesterday I was given a display of magnolia flowers, hand-picked from a garden. BECAUSE I’M ENGAGED.
I’m sorry, I’m still getting used to the phrases “engaged”, “fiance”, “getting married”, etc.
We’ve been given a gazillion congratulations cards, something I wasn’t expecting since we’re of the generation that doesn’t seem to do cards anymore (myself included). I’ve decided to keep the cards on our sideboard for a long time since there’s still a good 18 months before the wedding.
I’ve also decided to put a ban on thinking about arrangements for the wedding until at least next year. Otherwise I’ll turn into a total Bridezilla. In reality I should be spending time catching up on normal things like housework (zomg I’m so far behind) and the new clients I have on the horizon.
But it’s so hard to turn my brain off. I’m now waking up at about 5.30am on weekdays and 6am on the weekends. I can’t think of anything decent to tweet about. My brain is about 23 steps ahead in organising the wedding that hasn’t even been organised yet. I don’t want to become the person who only talks about wedding preparations but I think I’m already halfway there.
Can you please tell me to shut up if I start talking about weddings too much? Be prepared to slap me across the face occasionally. Otherwise I’ll have to slap myself, and that could be interesting.