Today’s our wedding, hoo dee hoo hoo. It’s a beautiful blue, warm day here, perfect for a trip to City Hall.
R Man and I will both be wearing suits, grey for him and black for me and I’ll have on my favorite, most beautiful tie. Very respectable, very well put together.
As for the traditional rest, here’s the rundown:
After my mother died and I was back in Texas for the funeral aftermath (remind me to tell you all about how I missed my mother’s funeral. Fascinating story) I went straight to her jewelry box and boosted the rhinestone necklace I was so fascinated with as a little girlyboy. It’s very demure (for rhinestones;) just a single strand of stones, hardly bigger than a chocker. Since it’s the oldest wearable thing I have, I’ll wear it under my shirt and tie as a sentimental salute to my family. I’m not telling anyone else about it, just you and me, it’s our little secret
A fresh bandaid for the place where Saki the cat bit me last night.
I never can keep track of those shirt stays that keep your collar stiff. Since I’ve lost all mine, I have to borrow some from R Man.
My lucky underwear. Duh.
And a sixpence for her shoe.
Who the hell has a sixpence? And who wants to try and walk around all day with a coin in your shoe? I shall substitute a Vicodan for my mouth. To swallow. I still have bronchitis, although much better, and a little chemical oomph can only help.
I gotta go, I’m getting married.