“Publicity in women is detestable.
Anonymity runs in their blood.
The desire to be veiled still possesses them.”
 - Virginia Woolf

Know what’s weird?  This sentence: At my wedding reheasal, you know, the day after tomorrow..

HOLYJESUSGOD.

It is going to be such a fantastic weekend!  It seems like my shindig is what’s on everyone’s lips!  I really am getting excited about it.  The stress has left (because I have lost all feeling in anything below my neck), so now I’m just feeling excited.  Ecstatic.  Overjoyed.  And hella ready to be married.

Wanna hear something stupid?  I cried last night.  No one knew, because I was alone in my car on the way to the nail salon, but I cried.  I just felt so blessed.  I had ladies around me who loved me enough to put together extravagant (and gorgeous) wedding favors, and we had had such fun, and the laughter and all that.. it was just too much.

I’m also stressed and overtired, but I totally cried.

So, I finally got some serious, deep sleep last night.  Well, this morning.  From 4:30-6:30.  I thought after the margaritas, the foot rub, Bryan rubbing on me last night, and the benadryl I took before bed, I would sleep soundly through the night.  I was mistaken.  And I woke up like an alarm had gone off at 4:15.  Finally, around 4:30, I crashed.  And slept HARD.  And woke up to Bryan playing with my hair and whispering to me.  I thought I had died and gone to heaven.  But.. no.. he was whispering, “Honey, did you mean to sleep in this morning?”

Well, shit.  No, I most certainly did not.

So I didn’t wash my hair, and I barely put on makeup, and I threw on what clothes were clean and ironed.  Jeans and a Banana Republic sweater and I had purchased on eBay.  Thought I was looking somewhat cute, even though I knew I had just rolled out of bed.

Key note here: I dress with the lights off.

So I get to work and start the mile trek from my car to the office.  I noticed that the wind was cutting right through my thick sweater.  It felt weird.

Oh, well, that would be because this cable-knit sweater actually has VERY large holes inbetween the cable-threads.  So I’m basically wearing something obscene at work.  I’m trying to work it, a la Bridget Jones, but really, I think I just cemented my “Sarah is Such a Hussy” reputation.

Ah, but I’ll be an honest woman in a couple of days.  Better live it up till then.