It's go time

The rules of engagement were DKM (Don't Kill Matt) and DDB (Don't Disfigure the Bride). Dude rolled in at 4:30 a.m. this morning after a night of tomfoolery with his buddies, and for awhile I was worried because he wasn't making a peep. But now he's sawing logs like you wouldn't believe. Rule #1=success. I have evaded weird tan lines and breakouts, and despite burning the top of my foot with a runaway crouton I was toasting, I remain whole, with all my limbs and facial features accounted for. So long as I manage not to walk into anything tonight, I'd say Rule #2=success.

My guests have been slowly trickling in from such exotic locales as Digoin, Tucson and Seattle, and today marks the arrival of folks from Cincinnati, Louisville, DC, Rochester, NYC, Portland and several cities of our neighbor to the south (Iowa). It's going to be like my bat mitzvah on steroids.

Packin' up...

After our last marathon Git 'Er Done sesh yesterday, all I have left to do is revise my vows and... show up. My feet are quite warm at the moment so I'd say this is doable.

I'll have a few more nuppy posts after The Big Day: a recap; a rundown of everything we did so you can steal/borrow ideas; and some advice to future brides, and then we can move on to bigger and better things. Like all the fun things I'm going to do with my new sewing machine and standing mixer.


Merci, Francey Pantsers, for nupping with me. It's been an honor and a privilege.