>Let it be known that, from this point forward, every entry that I write will officially be written because I am trying to avoid doing something far more practical with 5 days left till the wedding! Today, it would be packing my entire house. I have a giant Marks-A-Lot marker taped to a lanyard hanging around my neck, and I have “moving central,” which is a small cardboard box with all my rolls of packing tape and extra markers to write on boxes, a case knife, and a receipt from Kroger. (Obviously, the receipt is superfluous). I am listening to NPR, a story about American who live at the North Pole (by choice) and have to keep a can under their bed to pee in during the night because it’s too cold to get up. Sounds fun, huh? Buy me a one-way ticket!

There are no birds, no trees, no grass at the North Pole. So, they keep a sofa in the greenhouse to hang out and keep from going totally off-kilter. Now, the lady is talking about how someone came into her greenhouse and stole all her zucchinis. She says she’ll never let that one go.

I cannot find my passport. I always know where my passport is. Maybe it’s symbolic. That I am not feeling the urge to escape as much as I used to feel.

I am so excited to see everyone at the wedding. More people RSVP’ed “yes” than I ever expected. And they’re coming from everywhere — California, Louisiana, Tennessee, Kansas, D/FW, Missouri, Arkansas . . . the list goes on. I know it will be difficult to be able to personally visit with everyone there, but that really is my goal. We are not planning on doing a receiving line just because it creates this horrible bottle-neck at the entrance, and our faces could not take a break from smiling so much in a row (no new wrinkles!), so we will just have to circulate.

Some long-lost friends are coming (they were never lost, really, but as we all know, life gets in our way sometimes), and some family, and some former co-workers. My sister and I were talking the other day about all the funky dynamics that are going to be going on — no fear that it won’t work, but it will surely be worthy of documenting.

The music is going to be awesome — it’s all live, except for what will play during seating (and even some of that will be live). I’m going to have to listen to some of it from around the corner. (Don’t peek!)

I am getting comfortable sitting on this bed typing, so I must force myself back into the fray.

I still have not made the reception music mixes. Yipes!