Melissa's Place

Three Days before the day we were married

I walked to the GO station to meet Jay this morning. Then I drove him to work (he picks up his car today).

I bumped the manicure and pedicure appointments up a bit earlier to ensure I could make it back to the apartment for the Rogers cable guy at noon. I raced like a mad woman home from the Spa only to find that the technician had left messages since 11 o’clock saying that he couldn’t reach me and I had missed my appointment.

I phoned Rogers and exchanged some words on the subject.

Mark went out to buy snacks for Thursday night.

I wrapped presents in the afternoon. I was disappointed when opening one of the picture frames I’d purchased, to see that the glass was broken. Mark took it back and exchanged it. I opened the new frame and saw that the corner was crushed and the wood was cracked. I got in the car and took it exchanged it for a different frame. When I phoned Mark to tell him where I was, he mentioned that I’d left a pot of water boiling on the stove (for my Kraft Dinner). Oops.

I realized that Mark had bought snacks for Thursday night for his boys party and not for my girls party, as I had intended. So I went to buy some more snacks for Thursday night.

Then, I went to Mattie-O’s and we stuffed a futon into the back seat of the car. I had to be careful, seeing as I have been instructed to do nothing with my hands lest my french manicure chip. I have resigned myself to the fact that I am not capable of doing nothing and the manicure is certainly going to chip.

Still no honeymoon booked.

We discovered that fancy taxis cost too much money.

But we did have a shishkebobs on the barbecue with Mike, Matt Peron, Andrea and the two of us. And we played some Nintendo Wii.

And I stayed up until 11:19 when Maryann and Ben arrived. It was a full house, but I was so happy to see my sister.