Addenda

Two items:

1. "Annie's Song" came on my I-Pod this afternoon on the way home from work and I had totally forgotten that I had kind of considered incorporating it into the wedding somehow, because I find it to be an incredibly romantic song and it always makes me a little verklempt and wistful. I listened to it three times, and got misty at the same point each time. My enthusiasm is only mitigated by the fact(s) that:

a) it is a John Denver song, and therefore carries an automatic hippy dippy lovechild I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing vibe with it;

b) our friends the K-R's got married last Fall and one of their friends sang Annie's Song at their pre-wedding talent show...as a spoof...and everyone laughed...because...how insane to have Annie's Song at a wedding;

c) it may push my FabuLash(TM) mascara past the breaking point.


2. My mother and M. are now both of the mindset that lobsters do not a clean and enjoyable wedding reception make. My first reaction was to decompensate and revert to my inner child and suggest to my mother that, since she and M. are in such agreement about so many aspects of this wedding (no lobsters, no small children), perhaps they should plan it together. But really, once I remembered my earlier decision to be conscious about my relationships, I started to see the logic. My mother also threw out the tantalizing detail that it would lop $120 worth of lobster crackers off the $6000 tent bill.

Oh and also,

3. Ever since I wrote about back acne, I am obsessed with the fear that people will conjure up all these horrific images of my back. It's not that bad, really, just a few blemishes, and it's only because of the heat and my baseline level of heightened stress and anxiety. I swear. I can feel it clearing up even as I write this. There, *poof* - - gone!