I confess that this whole surprise shower thing is driving me nuts. My mom has people RSVPing to our house...in which I am currently living. Great planning there. I'm not allowed to answer the phone or listen to the messages. And there are parts of the house where I'm not supposed to go. (please do not take this to mean that I'm ungrateful, because I totally am)
I further confess that I had my first dress fitting on Mon. and it didn't zip. Thank goodness for seamstresses. I might not have told my mother the complete truth about how the fitting went because I didn't want her breathing down my neck every time I eat something.
I confess that I held one RSVP envelope up to the light to see who it was from before FI got home. I'll act surprised when we open it together later tonight, but I already added them to the ticker!
I also confess that a student has finally driven me to drink. The kid drives me INSANE! Thank God you can't have the same teacher twice - this child will be back next year.
I confess that I am super excited and FI's future career wise right now and the also super excited and nervous about what we started working on last night. I'm not giving details until I know anything is official haha I don't want to jinx anything.
I also confess that my mom and sister (and BM's and FMIL) are planning a surprise shower for me and they all (except my MOH and one BM) think I don't know. I could easily find out what date it is too. But I am going to choose to not ruin that surprise haha I am grateful that I am even having one, and love that they are trying to make it a surprise. I just don't like not knowing about surprises.
I confess that trying to track down people's addresses in order to make a guest list is crazy time consuming and kind of a pain! I'm finally almost done tracking down my half of the list, but FI is dragging his feet. Okay, I know it's a pain, but come on and just do it!
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I further confess that I had my first dress fitting on Mon. and it didn't zip. Thank goodness for seamstresses. I might not have told my mother the complete truth about how the fitting went because I didn't want her breathing down my neck every time I eat something.
Whew, I feel better now.
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