I thought some of you were going to lynch me for ending the first part of this story with “To Be Continued”, so here you go—the much anticipated ending. We pick up where we left off with the church lady complaining about
smoking FOOD in the boys’ room, so if you missed it, click here to read part one first!
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll go talk to them right now.” I smiled through gritted teeth.
I called my assistant to update her on the photographer situation and learned that the electrician would not come out on a Saturday. (Wonderful.) However, it was possible that they might be able to use one of the generators to at least get some of the kitchen equipment going. Whew, what a relief! They’ll have food to eat! In the dark. With no air conditioning. And no band. (And for the first time, I was happy that there wouldn’t be pictures.) Continue reading "Being a Wedding Planner is Fun . . .isn’t it? (Haywire Part 2)"
True story. Too embarrassing to share, too funny not to share. I needed to run to the grocery store for one item to complete a recipe for lunch. I was still in my pajamas (don't judge!) and didn't want to delay the whole recipe to shower and dress. So I grungily grabbed last night's capri jeans off the top of the hamper and quickly pulled them on (you've done that before, right? I'm not the only one that pulls on dirty jeans for a quick trip, am I? I mean, it's not like they were "dirty". I wore them for a couple of hours. I didn't even sweat. I sat on a couch.) I topped off my outfit with a t-shirt over my PJ tank top, threw a cap over my hair (I brushed it first) and off I went to the store, secretly praying that I wouldn't run into anyone I knew (and throwing in prayers for world peace intermittently so I didn't seem totally vain and trivial.) I actually made it through the store in record time, and I made it out with buying only the item I needed (and a Diet Coke--because if you're dressed and out of the house at the store, you might as well caffeine-up.) I normally always run into former students/parents or church friends at the store. But not today! My bare-faced, cap-wearing, dirty-jean, sloppy-'cause-I-didn't-get-dressed-yet-today trip out of the house was successful and uneventful. Or so I thought. Continue reading "Laundry Lessons Learned –Don’t Do This"