The weekend

We're off to a wedding today for one of my husband's old roommates. These people love to party it up, so it should be interesting.

I usually dread going to weddings due to my husband's lack of ability to plan. You see, every wedding we go to usually entails us running around like chickens with our heads cut off on the morning of the wedding...usually in search for one or two components of his outfit and believe me he has to be on of the most persnickety people I have ever met. I told him last weekend to get everything ready BEFORE Saturday....see what you have, see what you need, but apparently that meant for me to get all of his stuff together and iron it.

Thursday arrives and he says to me "honey, can you please go out and look for some new laces for my dress shoes". UH, no, I have 40 million other things to do, like groceries, cooking dinner, doing laundry, and some Mabel's Labels work. I don't understand why he can't get them in the morning before he went to work. So, in the end he got out of work a little early last night and went to the mall himself and got new laces.

Everything is now ready except I have to pick-up the card and the money, which I can do in between the ceremony and the reception.