Just dandy, my period arrived last night so now I will head off to London all grumpy, bloated and full of loathing. Just perfect for a grueling weekend of frock shopping!
Oh well. I am determined to remain calm. Thanks for you all your suggestions by the way! As my sister said, it is going to be a Try-On-athon, I will just have to keep going until something works. I’m not altogether too worried. If I don’t find the perfect dress this time around, I’ll get something fancier for the Oz wedding in October! That’s the beauty of having your families scattered all over the planet – you get to have two weddings WITHOUT having to find two different husbands!
I am just BUSTING to get the altar. I’m so much more focused on that than the dress stuff. I just want to get the ring on my finger, I am dead excited about that. I can’t believe I get to marry him! I know we’ll have a blast together. I am so relived and freakin happy that he wants to do this, that he thinks we’re worth all this trouble. I get all teary just thinking about it. He is just such a sweet, lovable dork; he has a way of phrasing things that makes me laugh til my guts hurt. I love it when I stagger in from the gym all red-faced and stinky, he’ll give me a hug and kiss regardless and say, "How was the Body? Which Body was it today?" And I’ll say if it was Body Pump, Combat or Jam, and he’ll always say, "Oh yeah. So many different Bodies, I can’t keep up."
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There is a book currently screaming up the UK bestseller charts called I CAN MAKE YOU THIN, by hypnotist Paul McKenna. From the gushing customer reviews on Amazon it sounds like the advice in the book is perfectly sensible, nothing new at all, but could the title be anymore stupid? But it’s selling like hotcakes, so I guess people are walking by and seeing that title and saying, "CAN YOU? Can you really make me thin? COOL!" and then buy the book. Oh well.
Have a good weekend, groovers!