Okay so.....

I got the dress. But only after I freaked out because it wasn’t waiting for me when I got home. It was a day late. And when DHL came to the house, they gave us the wrong box. After several panicked phone calls, we got the right box. The right very small box. Containing a linen suit. Can you say “wrinkled mess”? I asked BT to take it to the dry cleaners for pressing. Which he did. Before I tried it on. I hope it still looks fabulous in the bigger size.

I got the shoes. But only after I found the perfect pair in the window of a shoe store I passed walking between office buildings, only to be told by the cranky store clerk that they didn’t have my size. I bought them a half a size too small in case I couldn’t find anything else. I called around and found the shoes at another store elsewhere in this city. I left work early during the height of rush hour made my way to the store. I waited for 30 minutes on line to exchange sizes so I missed my train and was late getting home. But I have them and they are cute.

I finished the favors. But only after I had my husband go and buy more vellum. And after I reprinted them all. With the wrong date. Again. So he had to go back and buy more. And we reprinted them, and cut them all out and wrapped all the votives. And then I realized that while I fixed the date on the template, I only fixed the date on the first 5 of the 6 that were on each page. So we had to reprint, cut and wrap every sixth votive. But they are finally done dammit.

I finished the placecards. But only after we put the glue on the vellum and they curled up so badly I had to reprint and recut half of them out again and try a different approach. We were up until midnight, but they're finished.

We pick up the flowers later today and I hope to channel Martha Stewart and make some decent looking arrangements. I am a little worried, as I am not good with flowers. We realized this morning that we have no gifts for the godparents. I sent BT to Tiffany’s to buy some silver shiny things in little blue boxes. I am leaving work in about a half an hour. I hope to finish crocheting his white blanket on the train ride home. I need to get a mani pedi and clean my house. Nothing like cutting it down to the wire.

I know that tomorrow is not really about parties and flowers and placecards. But a mother wants everything perfect for her son’s big day. It’s the day we get all dressed up and present him to God. The God who gave us this beautiful child and made this day possible in the first place. We really are very thankful.

But I still want a very large, cold Vodka Martini waiting for me when I get to the hall.

If I get a decent picture of us, I'll post it for a limited time. Stay tuned.