Ai haz a sad :-(

Things haven’t been going so great lately.

Actually, they’ve been a bit ‘off’ since we got about midway through the honeymoon (not that the sadness/ unhappiness is related to the honeymoon or my Significant Other). Let’s just say that things got a bit out of control, people attacked and accused other people, but then everything was put onto me as if I myself had said bad/ mean things, and accordingly I have lost a friend (and, incidentally, probably the whole group of friends, since nobody has contacted me since; I’m too ‘afraid’ to contact them, because it feels like they’ll ignore me/ hate me/ completely scrap me as a friend…)

So yes, I’m feeling sad…

…because what happened wasn’t my fault…

…because I didn’t make any accusations…

…because I’m not the one who hates anybody else…

…because, because, because… :’-(

I can hardly wait to start working again next Wednesday – staying nice and busy during the day, then preparing supper and reading every evening. Life doesn’t need to be complicated, right?

It’s good to be home

After spending over 12 hours on an aeroplane, with absolutely no sleep to be had (and feeling in need of a shower/ looong bath and some rest), we made it safely back home on Sunday. Not that I didn’t enjoy our time in Scotland, but coming home after two weeks just felt so… I don’t know… so right.

What can I say? I missed Smudgy a lot. I even cried one evening when I thought about her.

I'm not sure who was more excited - me or Smudgy

It made me very sad to think that mommy’s poor little kitty cat had to be closed up in the apartment all day, only getting some attention when my older sister went to feed her at night. At least my younger sister stayed over for three days, which meant that she was able to play outside, sleep on the bed knowing someone else is actually there, and get lots of love and affection.

She was so happy to see us when we arrived at the apartment that she now constantly checks up on us, just to make sure that we’re here!!

Not that I’m complaining, of course. Although I hated leaving her behind, it’s nice that she’s a bit more lovable now that we’re back. The fact that I only start working again next Wednesday is an added bonus – giving me more time to love, cuddle and play with my special little ‘furbaby’.

One thing I’m not looking forward to, however, is sifting through the hundreds (or thousands, rather, and that’s no exaggeration!) of photos in order to decide which I should post on Facebook.

Just work with me Facebook, okay? What do you say?!

“I’m getting married in the morning…”

“…ding-dong, the bells are gonna’ chime!!”

Okay, so I’m only getting married in the afternoon (4PM, to be exact), and nobody has to get me to the church since I’m getting dressed and married at the venue – but you get the general idea.

I am getting marrried TOMORROW!!! One of life’s great occurences 🙂

We did a bit of driving around this afternoon, ensuring that everything for the tables was at the venue, that my Significant Other had a white shirt to wear tomorrow (his previous one mysteriously shrunk in the wash… or not so mysteriously – I’ve learned not to take my clothes in to the laundromat ‘we’ use), and that the last few things that needed to be done – practically nothing – were, in fact, done.

I’ve even already packed all our stuff for our flight on Sunday, so kudos to myself for taking away some post-wedding day ‘tension’/ worrying.

One thing that still remains to be done, however, is the following:

My Significant Other still needs to write his vows.

You see, it was his bright idea to tell our marriage officer (yes, he is a pastor) that we would write our own vows. He even had me a bit worried a few weeks ago when he told me that he had already thought about what he would say, when I myself hadn’t.

Yet now here we are, the evening before the wedding, with my vows having been written on Tuesday already (I was at home, sick, so I had some time… not that it’s very long), while he keeps telling me every now and then that he still has to write his. This is accompanied by a slight look of distress… or perhaps it could be nausea. I’m not sure.

It’s 8PM on the Friday before my wedding – 20 hours before the ceremony begins and I start my life as a Mrs.

And you know what’s worth looking forward to later in the evening (although, yes, the whole OMG-I’m-getting-married thing is one of the most exciting things that’ll happen in your life and thus you’ll be looking forward to the event in its entirety)?

A few simple words, whose origins have been attributed to our dear old friend Marie Antoinette: “Let them eat cake!”

[And love and marriage and eternal happiness and ‘starting’ our life together and all that other happy crappy, of course…]