These days, my upcoming wedding is pretty much on my mind all the time. I don't want to blog about it too much, because there's not much more boring than hearing some chick complain about choosing her "colors" or floral arrangements or linens -- most of that stuff bores me, and I'm the freaking bride here. That said, we're reaching the "threat level orange" stage of Jen's anxiety. I keep having the weirdest dreams -- some directly related to the wedding (like the one where I put on my wedding gown and it was see-through) and some not (I'll just leave it at dinosaur killer-robot buildings).
I did manage to pull something useful out of all this wedding worry, however: work. My awesome alumnae magazine published my essay on choosing a wedding gown -- the first essay I've had published! It's an accomplishment. It also snagged me this sweet-ass wedding-cake topper. I'm totally taking this lady everywhere with me and putting her in photos throughout the wedding, just like the traveling gnome. Don't say you weren't warned.