I had my first wedding-related nightmare last night. Something else had gone wrong so we were doing *three* ceremonies, the family halves weren't getting along, and Shawn was fixing my hair into a giant beehive 'do. I got up to the altar and renegades attacked, so I did a drop and roll to the side and pulled the gun out of my hairdo Shawn had hidden there. I thought in the dream, "So that's why he was doing that!" since I knew Shawn isn't normally a beautician. Lucky thing after all, since every bride needs a "something borrowed" on her wedding day.

We spent all weekend looking at DJs and helping Auntie Patty tile her kitchen/dining room. I liked it, sice it was time with my family and I don't mind doing work like that at all. Austin was a good sport about it, especially since I sprung it on him last minute. I've decided this weekend should be a pamper the boy weekend, and let him watch football all day and make him nachos and other good manly things. He's too nice to me with no reward usually, so it's time to give him a thanks.