19 days! Yikes! I'm getting a little freaked out, here!
I've been putting off sewing. I'm not a big fan of it. It can be fun, if someone else cuts out the material and sets everything else out so all you have to do is sit down and sew. But then there's always the seam ripper. Forget it! I hate sewing!
I cut out the material for Allie's dress and started cutting out the material for mine. I'm not counting on mine looking good on me (since I couldn't find one at the department store that looked good on me) but I already bought the pattern and material so I'm gonna give it a shot. Wish me luck.
Let's not talk about the wedding anymore. It's making me nervous.
Let's talk about how I ran over a mailbox in the Mother Ship. First, let me just place some of the blame elsewhere... I'll need to back track a little... We finally sold our trailer. That's the good news. The bad news is we have to find a pace to store all the junk that was in the trailer. The Captain moved everything into the Mother Ship and hadn't had time to unload it yet so when Liesl and I were driving home from walking I decided to show her a home that was for sale (we're looking into buying a home here). Liesl warned me not to drive into the driveway, but she complains about my driving all the time so I just ignored her. After taking the Peeping Tom tour I was pulling out and BOOM! Stupid mail box.
In my defense, it was a very long driveway - all dirt and gravel - and I couldn't see in the rear view mirror because of all the stuff in the van. McKenna tried to put it back up, but to no avail. What to do? Do I leave a note on the box for the bank that owns the home? Do I high tail it outta there? I'll let you ponder on that. Now, how do I turn off the comments?