The ties that choke

Last night my parents came into town to visit and help with the wedding, for a few days. So far there is a box of Prilosec on my couch and I have heard more real estate advice in 24 hours than I usually do in 24 months. "Yes, but that is not within our price-range," is something I finally gave up saying several hours ago. The same moment I decided to push small razors into my food and see what happens. I am exaggerating a lot because mostly, well it's fun. Mom and I went to get my dress from alterations and I loved the look on her face when I stepped out. I do look lovely, if I say so myself, but her reflection of me was better than a mirror. And I get to show off Birmingham: the lovely Whole Foods where we had pizza and cupcakes for lunch and the hotel where we are getting married. The hotel where they tried to steal a Wall Street Journal while loudly proclaiming it was owed them because they were paying for valet parking. Tomorrow Summer and Georgia come to town. Summer with Ella in tow. I cannot wait to see her chubby little self running around the apartment. We have big plans to eat more cupcakes and maybe even tidy up some last minute wedding details.