I had several nightmares in the weeks leading up to my wedding. Not about the whole getting married part, but rather the “OMG my happiness on this day is contingent on so many things going *exactly* right.”
Looking back, my favorite dream had to do with my invitations. I ordered them off of the Internet, much to my mother’s dismay. My rationale was 1) Why would I go to a *store* when I could stay on the *couch*? and 2) it’s a piece of paper that most people were going to throw away anyway. So, I made the decision, entered my credit card number, and clickety-click, I was done.
Well, apparently my mother’s uncertainty slipped into my subconscious because a few days before the invitations were due to arrive, I had a dream that my invitations were covered with coupons for Papa John’s and Jiffy Lube. Apparently I had neglected to un-check a box on the printing company’s web site, thereby giving them permission to sell advertising spots on my invitations.
Because that’s how my mind works.
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