Back in...White?

I am on the computer and not reading Dostoevsky as I should be because the wedding bug has bitten both me and my mother, and has rendered me into a totally useless, weepy, strange little woman. My mother is at a bridal store in Kingsport, TN giving me blow by blow updates as she orders favors and buys candy molds. It's so weird. And I am signed up on this godawful weddingchannel.com that keeps me abrest of what I should be doing (rather, what I should have done three months ago). It is so so strange. What's stranger is that it is starting to be fun. I have catering menus and guest lists and two artists bidding to do invitations. I feel like freakin' J Lo (not the English professor, the diva) in my ability to order others around. "GET ME THE WHITE BOXES WITH THE SILVER WRITING!" "BRING ME PULLED PORK AND STEP ON IT! "BRING THE NOISE, BRING THE PAIN!"

Ho hum. So what started out as a boring little evening in June has turned into something big, that people are starting to look forward to and plan on. Seriously odd. People want to see me, boring old book reading me, do this. What has the world come to?

Well, I should go. I have to go to my geology lab, which is akin to the Republican National Convention in levels of excitement and fun. Leaving the glossy ideas about weddings behind, I will try to function in the real world. Ho hum.