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[Sep. 1st, 2005|01:18 pm] |
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| | tired, fed up, sweaty. | ] | Have dress. it's perfect, it fits, it's home. Have makeup appointments sorted.
Have nobody to do my hair. Am going to go and cry at hairdressers in Croydon tomorrow.
very_true_thing has a big red mystery graze on the end of his nose. The Bridesmaid has suggested drawing a circle round it in red felt tip. not sure.
We have no disco because I don't have time to sort it out with the person we asked. As this person is a friend, if he and the groom were unable to organise it between them then they should have said and we could have booked someone.
The Photographer, someone my dad knows, had a stroke yesterday.
I'm going to be very releaved on saturday afternoon when it's too late to worry about anything.
Off to the pound shop for bowls (thanks for the suggestions!) |
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Will be thinking of you, oh weaselly one.
Okay, okay, next time we want1 get married we run off to Las Vegas and get married by someone who looks a little but not very much like Captain Picard.
"want1" = "want to" in my language.
Love you.
Oh, good good luck, and I hope you have a wonderful day and an amazing honeymoon! *sends love from me and Ted who you don't know but have probably seen embarrassing pictures of* Eeee!
Er, I could try and knock up a wedding disco mix cd or two which you could stick on, if that would be the slightest bit of use? I dunno. Text me if there's owt I can do. | |