I couldn't think of a title for today's entry, so I decided on the next song to play... and, surprise surprise it was "Dead Man's Party," which believe it or not is actually kind of appropriate.
When I was applying to medical school, I had to take a test called the M-CAT (Medical College Admissions Test.) On the night after I took the test, I invited people over for a "Dead Man's Party." Everyone was invited to dress in black. They were to "BYODF or V" bring your own dead flesh or vegetable for the cook-out. I threw the party because after taking that test, I had done essentially everything I could do to be accepted to medical school, so I could die in peace.
Kind of how I feel now.
I think I have done everything I can to make sure everything goes well for the wedding. I shipped the last boxes today, I've arranged for kitty care, I have sent out information to all the participants. At this point it's just sit back and wait for the week to pass.
Of course, I still need to pack, but like I was telling one of my bridesmaids, I could essentially walk onto the plane with the clothes on my back and everything I need is in California.
So, I am enjoying my evening. Spending time with the children. Watching the hours tick by on the clock. Wondering if I am forgetting anything. Wondering if everything will go okay. Wondering if I forgot anything. Wondering.