I just woke up from a rather funny dream. I was at my friend Jessie’s wedding, but it wasn’t really her wedding, it was totally different). It felt more like I was somewhere with all the brides of the past years that I’ve known and some were giving me advice. And not quite “offering” it, but more like pushing it on me. The only part I actually fully remember was of this girl that I absolutely cannot stand. She was arguing with me about her wanting to come to the wedding (which she won’t be) and her plea completely revolved around Shane not dancing at the reception.

Honestly, I’ll be lucky if I get more than the first dance out of Shane. And you know what? That’s fine with me. I might dance with my friends a little bit toward the end, but I’m sure I’ll be rather busy sharing the evening with all our friends and family and hanging out with my new husband. Too busy with the latter to care about dancing any more than our first dance (because that’s really all that matters to me).

So, back to the dream, we’ll call her….ummm…. Samantha. Simply because I have no close friends named that, and I don’t want to confuse anyone. So, Samantha kept arguing with me that she would hang out outside the wedding and if Shane didn’t end up dancing with me as much as I wanted then she would come in and dance with me. In the middle of it I remember Jessie walking by in her wedding dress. But, it wasn’t her wedding dress, it was some dress that was really rather ugly and something she would never wear. I tried to give her the “help me” eyes, but she never looked over. That’s pretty much all I remember. Its no surprise that my sister wasn’t there shoving advice down my throat.

I’m heading to Fort Wayne for the day to go shopping with Amy. I am sure I’m making too big of deal about what to wear for the engagement photos. Then again, I don’t want to waste money on pictures I’m not satisfied with just because of me. I’m sure their work will be great, but every girl wants to look and feel pretty every now and then. I suppose there’s nothing wrong with that.

Time to go get ready.