So much for my burst (burst is maybe too strong a word. More like skip) of energy. After about an hour downstairs fighting with the giant industrial printer to find and clear a paper jam, followed by another half hour or so trying to convince it that yes, I really did find and clear the paper jam so you can stop telling me about it and start printing now, kthx, and verging on a temper tantrum that would have rivaled this kid's, I'm back to exhausted.
I tell ya, it's a good thing we're going on that cruise after the wedding. The promise of a solid week of being waited on hand and foot is what's keeping me going. Yeah yeah, the whole getting to share the rest of my life with my soul mate and best friend, having a special day to declare our love and devotion and promise of committment to each other before God and family--that's lovely, too; but once it's all over, prop me in a deck chair, bring me a mai tai and don't wake me till my sunscreen starts to fail. Seriously.
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