No time to blog today, I’m afraid. As proof, I even have a note from my wedding planner (me):
(Admittedly, some of the things on that list are “spa appointment,” and “manicure/pedicure.” Not exactly brain surgery, but still, gotta get done.)
These things aren’t going to ribbon themselves. (Luckily, thanks to wonderful little elves named L and K these puppies are in fact delivering themselves as far as I’m concerned.):
And these things aren’t going to thaw and stuff themselves into tasty little packages:
48 hours left. Unbelievable.