Echoes.

I’m still here, happily buzzing through my timeline before the wedding, trying not to vomit on the shoes of everyone around me in nervous energy wedding vomit, which YES – IS an official type of vomit. Just ask the US Department of Vomitatious Research.

The dress is bought. The makeup person booked – whether she likes it or not. The hair appointment is booked though I’ll probably move it up a bit.
The venues are booked.
The fiance is freaking out.
The bride is being chastised for not having everything totally done.

Yep, it’s a normal wedding.

A two bedroom apartment has been rented for us – while the custody thing is being worked out, Abbey will have her own room in the second tiniest apartment ever that we will share with 5093285320842 bicycles.

But. I’m so looking forward to it.

There are issues – ups and downs of merging families that I’m getting used to.
The families are both wonderful.
The balancing is harder – the meeting so many people is hard. Even meeting wonderful people makes a shy person shrink into their shell at times.

But mostly I’m around, trying to keep sane, trying to find something to say that doesn’t sound like AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH and trying to remember what it is that I’ve forgotten. Which seems to be everything.