Dear Diary:
Today is the day! Its going to be so special! I just know that I was made for a time such as this. Will the pumps match perfectly? Will the hairspray hold? Oh, and I just know that its gonna rain. I had the car all pretty with kleenex flowers and all and I soooooooo wanted to throw my garter and bouquet outdoors. And all the china! They were hand-picked with the outdoors in mind! But I mustn't dwell on things I cannot control. How could I be happily married if I fuss and fret? I must practise being led by a MAN. For I am about to become a WIFE. I'm sure its going to be JUST like all the storybooks. I just can't wait!
Oh, I feel like I could just burst into tears, I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooo HAPPY!
You'll always be my bestest friend forever, dear diary. I'll tell you all about it but I've got some carnations to go arrange. And I want to steam every ruffle on that dashing baby blue tuxedo so that it'll be perfect. Just perfect. The day of my dreams. My special day. Yup, I'm really, really happy. Really. Really I am. I never really wanted to go to college anyway. I feel really good about living in my darling's parents grainery. And the baby? Well, who wouldn't want a soft cuddly baby to hold while my man is out training the rotweiler pups?
Happy. very, very happy.
4 comments:
I know just how you feel. Actually it's a strange mixture. Like biting into the top layer of those old wedding cakes. "It looks so pretty, It's yummy, ?!?!, It has to be!, but what's with this styrofoam taste?" Laura
it's a, nice day, for a, white wedding...
Although we can't be there to join in celebration with you today. We, the Queen and all us people do send forth our congratulations and salutations on this very ospicious occassion.
The Queen, herself
(quite jealous to be missing out on the china.)
i'll say it again - poo. why don't you live in the UK?
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