T minus 1.5 days
I'm sure I should be doing something other than posting to my blog right now but all that's left on my to do list are things like 'clean bathroom' and 'wash dishes' and I've just had a spray tan so I can't get my hands wet in order to do any of those things (which I am GUTTED about). This means that the Boy will have to do them, especially because he has invited people round to the pigsty that is our flat tonight (but don't even get me started on that).
Roo's results came back from the vet on Saturday, and I am delighted to say that the lump on her leg was not cancer after all, but a mass of fatty tissue (niiice).
So. Everything is arranged, and all there is to worry about now are natural disasters, last minute changes-of-heart, or sudden and drastic weight-gain. I had a dream the other night that I weighed myself and the scales told me I was 17 stone. I had to go and try on my dress immediately to make sure it still fitted (it did).
I'm amazingly calm - I thought I'd be a gibbering mess by now. The ratio of nerves:excitement is leaning towards the latter. I'm super excited to put my dress on and see the Boy's face when I walk down the aisle. I'm looking forward to wearing my wedding ring, and going on honeymoon. I can't wait to finally, after seven and bit years, stand up, make my vows and hear the Boy make his. Because that means I can get fat and he can't escape.
I still can't believe that neither of our dads will be there to see us get married, but I'm sure they will both be looking down on us. And spluttering in horror at the wanton money-spending that has been going on in their absence.
As much as I'm looking forward to the wedding, I'm not going to miss the constant phone calls from people asking me what's happening about the cake/piper/catering/favours/flowers/minister. I'm not normally the most organised person and it's been a bit of a struggle being the person who co-ordinates everyone and everything. But I've managed it and so far there's not been any major disasters (there's still time though).
The thing I am most nervous about is the fact that, against my better judgement, I didn't get my passport renewed. I will have eight months left on my passport at the time we're returning from honeymoon - I know the rule is you have to have six months left on it at the time you're coming home, but I wish I'd got a new one, just in case. Two months doesn't seem like a very big margin of error. What if I counted wrong? What if the rules change on the day we fly out?
Ah well, it's too late now. My next post may be from a Malaysian detention centre.
See you after the jump.
Roo's results came back from the vet on Saturday, and I am delighted to say that the lump on her leg was not cancer after all, but a mass of fatty tissue (niiice).
So. Everything is arranged, and all there is to worry about now are natural disasters, last minute changes-of-heart, or sudden and drastic weight-gain. I had a dream the other night that I weighed myself and the scales told me I was 17 stone. I had to go and try on my dress immediately to make sure it still fitted (it did).
I'm amazingly calm - I thought I'd be a gibbering mess by now. The ratio of nerves:excitement is leaning towards the latter. I'm super excited to put my dress on and see the Boy's face when I walk down the aisle. I'm looking forward to wearing my wedding ring, and going on honeymoon. I can't wait to finally, after seven and bit years, stand up, make my vows and hear the Boy make his. Because that means I can get fat and he can't escape.
I still can't believe that neither of our dads will be there to see us get married, but I'm sure they will both be looking down on us. And spluttering in horror at the wanton money-spending that has been going on in their absence.
As much as I'm looking forward to the wedding, I'm not going to miss the constant phone calls from people asking me what's happening about the cake/piper/catering/favours/flowers/minister. I'm not normally the most organised person and it's been a bit of a struggle being the person who co-ordinates everyone and everything. But I've managed it and so far there's not been any major disasters (there's still time though).
The thing I am most nervous about is the fact that, against my better judgement, I didn't get my passport renewed. I will have eight months left on my passport at the time we're returning from honeymoon - I know the rule is you have to have six months left on it at the time you're coming home, but I wish I'd got a new one, just in case. Two months doesn't seem like a very big margin of error. What if I counted wrong? What if the rules change on the day we fly out?
Ah well, it's too late now. My next post may be from a Malaysian detention centre.
See you after the jump.
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Does the Boy know how to "clean bathroom" or "wash dishes"? Surely he's marrying you so that he won't have to?
Moving swiftly on, don't worry about the passport. Last time I went to Malaysia, I only had 6 and a bit months on my passport. I can vouch for the fact that Malaysian detention centres are quite clean and civilised.
Seriously though, I did go with just over 6 months on the passport and had no problems at all.
Good luck for the wedding, I'm sure everything will go fine.
Thank goodness Roo is all right! Growing up, we had a dog who loved to frighten us with fatty tumors, bless him.
1.5 days! I'm very excited for you and can't wait to hear about the wedding in detail. The honeymoon, you can of course keep details to yourself :)
Have a wonderful day, Teeny.
xoxox
Good luck and have a brilliant day. And don't worry - the funny thing is that, even if something goes wrong, it rarely actually spoils the day. Our best man fell ill halfway through the wedding - after the ceremony and photos but before the meal and SPEECHES! He claims it was a dodgy Edinburgh guest house breakfast, we think he wussed out. Either way, he was outside throwing up when he was supposed to be inside doing the speech. So we dragooned a stand-in who turned out to be great. Two best men for the price of one! And everyone still tells us what a great wedding it was 15 years later! You'll have a blast. (And you'll end up married! Wheee!)
Hope you have a fantastic day and a great honeymoon.
Have a fab time, missus - will look forward to seeing the wedding pics!
Nice day for a white wedding.
As Cat might say ;-)
Glad to hear the good news about little Roo.
Have a wonderful time at your wedding. Don't forget to stop for a breather midway through and enjoy it. And to eat! :)
I hope it all went wonderfully and you had a magical time. Sorry I didn't stop by before to wish you all the best - it's been a manic week of work.
Have a great honeymoon.
And v.glad to hear re roo.
My god. T'was the best wedding ever. And you looked sooo beautiful. I wish the wall of secrecy would fall so I could post pics on my blog. XX
Aaah, you're all married now! Why are you reading this - shouldn't you be cleanign the loo or doing some other wifely thing?! Looking forward to seeing the photos (oh come on, you HAVE to post some, or at least put some on Flickr) and, hey, congratulations Mr and Mrs!
(Also, yay Roo's fatty leg! Bet she just loves telling people that one!)
Three cheers for Mr & Mrs Teeny!
Congratulations, but don't bother interrupting the honeymoon just to post some pictures of the posh frock. :-)
Anyway, if the picture on DQ's blog is anything to go by, they'll be well worth waiting for. I hope the wedding (and honeymoon) were everything you hoped for.
Congratulations Mrs. Teeny! I hope you had a safe return journey and that the rest of your life is a dream come true.
And we should clarify that pic was taken from behind (so wall of secrecy all in tact) and ickle and far away not spoiled any dress details. . .
You looked so gorgeous, my love.
Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Teeny (will congratulate you in person next time we are in Tesco!!!)! You looked absolutely stunning, the dress was amazing (was it really vintage?), and I loved the shrug, so classy.
I've seen the full frontal photos on DQ's bebo page, so I feel particularly special right now!
I tried showing Pol in a gentle nudge kinda way but he wasn't having it!
Catch up when you get back!
xx
Congratulations my dear. I'm not sure about how Mr Teeny will take to his new name but I wish you both all the luck in the world.
*Gothic hugs*
Congratulations! Hope you had a fantastic day and a great honeymoon!
The dress looked very nice from the back!
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