I started hacking away at the guest list today. I’m hoping Stephen’s dad sends his side of the list soon. We looked at invitations this weekend, and found lots that we like. Of course, the ones we like are about $2.50 each. Stephen has roots in design - and expensive taste.

Originally we’d purchased some of those self-printable invitations from Target because I didn’t want to spend a lot of money on pieces of paper that people inevitably stick on their bulletin boards with push pins, or use as scrap paper when they can’t find anything else. An elegant invitation really only impresses the bride and groom (and maybe their respective parents).

Yet, we hated the ones at the cheapie places. You get what you pay for, I suppose. So now I’m looking at forking over $500 for invitations, response cards, envelopes and thank yous. Super.

If it’s not one thing, it’s another. I swear.

I woke up this morning unable to breathe. I was actually choking. I tried to swallow, and found that my throat was blocked.

By my uvula.

Yeah, that creepy little thing that hangs down in the back of your throat has a name. Uvula. And today mine had swollen to just about three times its normal size, and it completely creeped me out.

Being the total nerd that I am, I booted up the computer and googled for “swollen uvula.” I tried not to gag on it while I read that it’s either tonsillitis, an infection, an allergy, or an irritation. Super. The only thing I could think of was that I’d done some sanding on the deck yesterday (yes, still) and hadn’t worn a respirator part of the time.

Either that, or I’d smoked too much.

Whatever, I felt like ass and didn’t muchly want to go to church. Unfortunately, Stephen had already been at an early class and was waiting for me.

Halfway to church I realized that I’d left my makeup at home. So now, I feel like ass and look like ass. It was just an unpleasant morning all the way around.

After sucking down 800mg ibuprofen and spending the day grossing Justin out at odd intervals with a view of my throat, it’s feeling better. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll be uvula-riffic again.

Obviously tired from damned Daylight Savings,
michelle