That used to be my “She’s up to no good” giggle.  Now, it’s just honestly titilation.  It’s just me getting excited.

Why?, you may ask.

Because, dearheart, I’m getting married.

I’ve learned why people get engaged now.  Granted, it’s to be a precursor to marriage.  Sort of a trial run. (This is starkly different from, however, taking a marraige for a test drive.  Make no mistake.) But, I’ve found, engagement is a bonding ritual between women.  Really has nothing to do with the couple.

You bring up the word “engaged”, and all women everywhere have an assload of conversation to have with you.  A complete stranger or, in my world, your dental hygeniest will suddenly have mountains of dialogue to share with you. (It helped that I couldn’t talk back, since my end of the conversation would’ve begun and ended with, “We haven’t decided that yet.”) But you mention “engaged”, and every woman everywhere is your best friend and confidante.

It’s bizarre.

But anyway, aside from that rite of passage, I’m excited about the general planning of the wedding.  I’ll admit it; I’m a bit of a planning freak.  Anything that involves list-making and organization just floats my boat.  So this.. this is a dream come true.  Sure, yeah, in the end, I get to be married to the man I love.. pshaw.. but if that were the ONLY goal, I’d just as soon go to the courthouse.  But this.. this is PARTY PLANNING 101.

And, honey, I aced that class a long time ago.

So, tomorrow night, the ladies and I and my momma are going to go laugh over dinner, and then head over to Miss Alison at David’s Bridal for some final decision making.  Lots of trying on clothes.  And, you know, probably a few pics here and there.  I can’t wait.  I so need this.  I’m ready to see things come to fruition.

Just can’t wait.