So I have been an f word for exactly one week and I already have the enitre wedding planned. No, I am not kidding. You should see my totally over-elaborate spreadsheets that I am using to keep track of everything. I am usually not this anal, just ask my friend Dawn (who I make fun of all the time for opening excel spreadsheets to track her fitness progress–now that’s anal!)
Anyway, The only thing I am waiting on is a few meetings with vendors to get a date set in stone and then I should be all done until next summer.
A side rant: Jeff just called me from home. He went home for lunch and the power was off. All the poor guy wanted to do was a few dishes. So I call up National Grid to ask what’s up. I sit on the phone for five minutes trying to get past the robot guy they make me talk to, repeatedly pressing zero to no avail. So I finally get someone human, who tells me that all my payments since May have been going to my old address. WTF?? The human tells me that I will need to call back the same number I just dialed, since he cant transfer me. Again, WTF?? So I call back and talk to the same robot, who still doesnt understand me trying to lisp out the last four of my social. Finally, I get to a nice lady who fixes everything, except that we need to turn OFF the breakers in the house in order for our power to get restored. So I call up Jeff, who by now is twenty miles away and none too pleased about having to drive back home jsut to flip one switch.
Poor fella. Love you, f word!





