Orange is the new White

Hang onto your giblets.
Sorry Jew-Folk, but the bash of the century just got booked on Yom Kippur. Get ready to party harty - while atoning...

That's right, the Klyka Extravaganza is happening.
While I have been trying to figure out what that word hybrid reminds me of, I just discovered it's vaguely reminiscent of Kraken.
Oh yes, my love for you is like a barnacle-y sea monster from which there is no escape.
So romantic.


Meanwhile, in my subconscious...
I dreamt that not only did the invitations I insist we not buy yet (in real time) become irrevocably scarce and difficult to purchase (in dream time) but I also somehow decided on a kicky orange blouse and black capri pants to be my wedding ensemble.
Dream self even thought, "how did it come to this? I had such nice dresses picked out."
But apparently the fashionist fire within could not be dampened.

Family and Friends: Prepare to have your faces melted as I prowl down the catwalk - er, aisle - in this little baby.

You Snooze; You Get Eaten

Maniacal Laughter Ensues...Oh the naive hopes for the summer.
Not only has it not been summer at all with rain, 40 degree weather, more rain oh, and one week of 105's while I was in California - bullshit,  but I have also decided to take on way more than I can chew, thus dashing any and all hopes of a quiet afternoon cross stitching Judd Nelson's gray streak.

Oh no, after deciding to remodel the downstairs bathroom and vacation in cali for 8 days, I also got engaged.
Which I am completely ecstatic about.
We then decided to have the wedding this fall.
Which I am still ecstatic about, combined with a self loathing that could curdle dairy.
Why do I take on so much?
Because I want to, and I know I can do it, and I love a challenge.
And, because the only thing more nerve wracking than planning a wedding in 3 months would be planning it in 12...
People hear 'wedding' and lose all sense of rationale.

It's like the word wedding is synonomous with "velociraptor.'


There is confusion, shock, and then the instant collective thought of self preservation. People need to act fast, take no prisioners and trample the poor suckers who came to the same realization a millisecond after them.
You snooze you lose, or in this case, get eaten.
You Snooze - You Get Eaten has a nice ring to it.

Don't get me wrong, I have had so much help, support and great wishes and suggestions that I am overwhelmed, but there is also that group that take personal offense to every decision as if it was strategically planned out to insult them in the most effective way possible.
Sigh.
I can do it, it's just sad that people don't want to enjoy this as much as I do. It's a party! An awesome one! What's not to love?!

Really? Fine, thanks for coming, enjoy your velociraptor egg wedding favors.