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Post by jenny on May 20, 2005 12:02:36 GMT -5
Oof, I get married in a week. I've reached the point where new things pop up at a rate inversely proportional to the amount of time I have left before the wedding. Meaning: so stressed! Wow, a week!? I thought you were already in Italy with Dear Daniel (or were you marrying Tippy?). |
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Post by hachiue on May 21, 2005 20:25:43 GMT -5
Nope, won't be in Italy until next week. Thanks for all the calming vibes!
I asked My Will which he'd prefer to be, but he pretends ignorance. Sneaky, he is, so he must be Tippy.
On the upside, I now know how to ask for postcards and U.S. stamps. And also to buy a round of drinks for people in the bar. All very handy.
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Post by soapygrams on May 22, 2005 23:10:33 GMT -5
Much happiness to you and your groom. Have a wonderful time in sunny Italy. Enjoy the Vino!
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