Sidenote
I’m taking this moment to say although I am still uncomfortable and miserable and hungry and nauseous…I am excited about the Bean. So everyone can calm down. No need to freak out by either phone or email. All is well.
The wedding…that’s another story. One that involves my mother and her reasoning that we need paper plates and Dixie cups because she wants to save money on the CHEAPEST DAMN WEDDING OF ALL TIME!!!
Oh Mary Rita! You have won your battles so far with your mother it is just another. Yours and Trents day will be wonderful! I promise!
That’s all you need, a shot of optimism from the New Yorker! Just a side note on my part…I am not severly depressed, but I thank you for your concern. I do however hate my life, but not as much as I hated it in Manhattan, and really would like to strangle anyone with a pretty diamond ring on their finger…but I do understand that I need to find my own guy and everything will someday work out. As you well know, I am very impatient and I would like that day to come soon. Studying and eating is awaiting me and I shall make neither wait…good day my dear!