It's 1130 and I just started the dishwasher and figured out why the air conditioning kept cutting out. I have been puttering tonight and can't settle down. I miss Dave, I hate it when he is not here. The girls and I sorted through our jewellry and we are trying to see if they have stuff for the wedding or if I need to buy them some. It has been awhile since I bought any(Christmas), so I may take them next weekend to look. This weekend we have plans-oh wait, next weekend we have plans too, so it may get put off or I will try and mash it in during the week. I think I had better make a cup of tea and lie in bed watching tv since my brain is too awake tonight. I may also phone Dave, see if he got the funky boots for the girls and found those toe socks mimi wants.
We are planning high tea tommorrow, ideally when popper goes down for his nap. We will pull out the china and if I am on the ball I will make tea sandwiches and maybe bake some cookies in the morning. Perhaps after my am run I will start baking. We haven't had tea time in months, not since spring. When it is super hot we don't feel like it so much, but things have cooled slightly.
I talked to Mom about the kids meals at the wedding, Amelia will have a kids meal just so all the kids are, the cornish game hen may be too large a meal for her anyways, and I am sure they will pig out on the hor'deurves and desserts too. I am psyched about the wedding, everything is coming together so well. They now have a minister, videographer, and photographer set. They just have to decide on the dj, but it is no worry. We pick up the flowers on the Friday before, the corsages on the thurs, they should all still be fresh if refrigerated properly. Mia still has to decide which friend is to do her hair, and we will get our nails done about two days before. There is very little left to do, the invites and calls are out, cake topper ordered, we just need to pick up a few things, as the room is almost totally pre-done for us. I think this is going to be a really nice wedding.
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