Today at the

Northwest Arkansas Briday Fair, at approximately 2 pm, I was mistaken for Mother of the Bride at the Arbonne booth. It hurt my feelings. THEN the Arbonne lady tried to back in on up and say that I was hunched over and that I was "tending to [Rachel] in a motherly fashion." Now... I will say, that I have always tended to Rachel in a motherly fashion; however, I hope that even my hunched over angle does not promote an age um... 25 years my senior. Please take no offence REAL M.O.B.! Do I look 31 from the front and 55 from the side? Lets just SAY that Rachel was 20. Reproductively speaking, I would have to be ATLEAST 35 to be her mother, again, IF she was 20. That would still be 4 years older than I really am.
I'm gonna put on some of that face cream that Arbonne lady gave me and contemplate my current hair style.
Matt gets major points. He attended the Bridal Fair as well, but refused to wear his GROOM sticker. I suppose that's fair...
NOW, we need to talk about Bachelorette Party. I would prefer it to happen AFTER February, so I can partake in some alcohol. I need votes, suggestions, and how much people want to spend. Vegas? Beach? Holiday Inn Springdale? Let's open up the talks.

Tulle, Satin, and Signature Drinks,
Wrinkly-ass Matron

We've said YES to tha DRESS!

Here 'tis everyone. Its THE ONE. Italian silk-satin... it's nice.



It needs a little hemming and an iron, and she's good. to. go.
Other details that have been finalized:
We'll be prancing down the isle at the Botanical Garden of the Ozarks. I measured it today, and its 75 steps from the sidewalk to the alter... that's A LONG way to smile, so start practicing... I figure this also gives us some time to get all choked up, then get it together by the time anyone can actually see the mascara running down our faces.
We have a photographer. That's all I know.
Today, I, Maiden, and MOG (Mother of the Groom), and Bride went to the Bridal Fair. Now the last one of these I went to in 2004 was over-run with bubble machines and chocolate fountains. This one had it's act cleaned up. I DID spill some lemonade on a display table, but... nobody kicked us out.
I'll get you details and pics as Sisterbaby filters them to me.

I love cake, Matron