Blah is how I’ve been feeling this week. Kind of like on the verge of a cold but nothing full blown. Marty commented on my sexy voice yesterday morning, then I coughed up a bunch of yuck. I’ve been extra tired and my muscles have been too sore. I skipped Master’s this morning which seemed like a good idea at 5am, but when I got up later I was very mad at myself. Why is it so easy to look at someone from the outside and say, “duh, take a little bit of rest.” But when it’s you it’s difficult to decide if you need to rest or a kick in the pants to stop being such a sissy.
Wedding festivities begin tomorrow with the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. This past weekend my sister and I made programs and tied lots of string around them; I remember doing all these little things before my wedding and I’m happy to help her out (for some reason I did most of the stuff by myself because I didn’t want to bother anyone). The rehearsal dinner is at the Carolina Brewery – only our family!
And at the risk of making (apparently) most of America angry, is anyone else sick of all the Michael Jackson coverage? I know I am.