Here it is a few days before my step-sister’s bridal shower (which I am in charge of) and as time slips by, I can’t help but think of a comment that was left on my blog…
Oh, I love you hon, but really, do you want to know what it’s like having me plan something? I have finally written out my menu and started shopping, and stressing about the deep clean I want to give this place tomorrow, and still have yet to decide 100% on favors. There’s a row of vines in my yard that just decided to up and die that need to be removed and a dog and two very friendly cats that I have no idea where I’m putting.
I’m sure there are people that can make throwing a bridal shower an easy event with pink everywhere and ruffles and feathers about. (because I think most girls like pink, ruffles and feathers?) Put my in a room with all girls though, and you might as well be ready for the blaring your horn, high beams on, slamming your break because this deer ain’t moving kind of panic that is going to set in. I work with guys. Hang out with guys. Understand guys (always with the exception of the one I’m dating). And most of all, am not at all intimidated by guys.
Girls. Women. Mothers. Oh yeah, panic. Lots and lots of panic.
Now, say a serenity prayer for me and help me get through this next weekend 😉