Panic! at the Disco

As predicted, I went home yesterday and crashed out. I made a gourmet meal of grilled cheese sandwiches, played with my dog and finished my tags for wedding favors and then went right on to sleep. I slept so hard I never woke up in the middle of the night, which I normally do. I woke up right when the alarm went off. Slept GOOD!

So, yes, mild panic has set in. I have 32 days to find fabulous gifts for the wedding party and parents and I'm not having any ideas. Normally I am so good at this, but for some reason, this one is stumping me. I have my Dad figured out and probably my Man of Honor... Conrad is in charge of HIS dad and HIS Best Man... the mom's I guess are up to me ... and I am almost finished with the hosts of the rehearsal dinner. I made my invitation list for THAT last night. 33 people. THIRTY THREE. Where on the earth will they all sit, WHAT will they eat, etc, etc ... so much to think about.

But SERIOUSLY - what do you give the man who is selling out like $7000 for your wedding? Certainly not cuff links, a tie, a tie organizer, a flask, a cigar cutter. Nothing feels quite right. How do you repay him for the most special day of your life? I am really struggling with this one.

Going to pick up my dress from the cleaners tonight and dropping off the fabric for the centerpieces (to be pressed) at the same time.

I seriously, really and totally need a day off, from life. I need a day to just go to a spa and eat quiche and sit in a robe and drink cucumber flavored water and - and sit around with the other women and talk about horse racing (that seriously happened to me one time). I just need.... something.

Ka