Life feels hectic. I’m not sure how…but it does.
I had an interesting experience in the Post Office today. I was standing in an outrageously long line when the woman in front of me grabbed my left hand and said, “When are you getting married?” I was there to drop something off for work, and was completely caught off guard by a stranger not only touching me, but maintaining contact for what seemed like 14 years. It didn’t end there, while oldish woman held my hand and began the normal round of motherly-type advice I seem to get in public places these days, the youngish woman BEHIND me then began asking the normal round of questions, “When’s the wedding?” “Where are you getting married?” “How long have you been engaged?” “How did you two meet?” THEN…my FAVOURITE…”When are you planning on having kids?” Oh my. This is not what a New England girl is accustomed to. And on top of it, I had to deal with the most persnickety Post Office worker I’ve encountered in quite a few years. He allowed me “one and only one piece of tape.” I showed him. He couldn’t have known that I have extensive taping experience, specializing in not cutting the tape while wrapping. I used one piece of tape alright.
With other news, we finalized the photographer today. If you’re looking for someone and you’re in the greater Provo/Northern Utah area, I would definitely recommend Melanie Paxton. She takes great photos, but is just fun to be around as well. That’s a killer combination in a photographer.
So what’s the bottom line? I’m completely comfortable with my own obsession with my wedding, but completely UNcomfortable with people in the post office displaying the same behavior.
Also: I want to include one note about the injustice of having to do address lists. I’ve updated the guest list a hundred times, and it seems like I mess up every time somehow. Pretty soon, I’m going to just hand deliver invites to random people.
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