*twirl*

Sometimes, when I'm feeling extremely giddy, all filled with excitement and happy nervous energy and without an outlet for any of it, I'll find a private place where nobody's watching and perform incompetent ballet.

There's a whole recital going on in the ladies' room today. Come and watch. It should definitely be good for a chuckle or five.

My happiness is tempered by a couple of things. One is that one of my uncles on my dad's side passed away last night. He was the husband of the sister who was closest to my dad in age, and so probably younger than most of my dad's surviving siblings, but he's been going through a pretty steady and rapid decline for a while now. We actually got a phone call the other night (during my bachelorette party, of all times) letting us know that he'd just been given a prognosis of "hours." When he was still hanging in there the next day, we started making tentative plans to go see him, but they got kiboshed by our aunt, who said he wouldn't recognize us, and she really just wanted to be alone with him. Since then we've pretty much just been waiting for news of his passing.

Uncle Jerry was a very sweet man who I wish I'd gotten to know better. I'm sad to see him go, but considering how little of him was left, mentally, by the end, I'm mostly relieved for him, but very sad for my aunt. They lost both of their adult children about a decade ago--first their son in a car accident, and then a couple of years later their daughter just collapsed from heart failure--so, except for one grandson, Jerry was the last of her family. So... yeah. It's hard to imagine that kind of loss, and what she must be going through right now. If I do start to imagine it I start crying, which I'm sure is normal, but I'm also such a wound up ball of emotions this week that you wouldn't believe how easy it is to make me cry.

The other thing is the pain that's filling my mouth and also doing it's darnedest to drive me to tears. My mouth has been sore ever since I went to the dentist. My gums, mainly, but today one of my wisdom teeth hurts like a beeyatch. The dentist told me that all of my wisdom teeth are eventually either going to need to be filled or pulled, but he said they're not yet bad enough to need immediate attention. I know I'm pretty susceptible to the power of suggestion in these matters, but whether it's in my head or my tooth is actually rotting, either way it hurts. Of course, this could also have something to do with the fact that I keep catching myself grinding them. I'd check into getting a bit, but I figure that once the wedding stress is over with, the tooth grinding will be, too.

Maybe I just need some gum.

But on the bright and shallow side of things, my nails look fabulous. Last night was my first ever professional mani/pedi, and today all of my nails are sporting a classic French look, with little blue flowers gracing both my big toenails. Now here's me praying that I won't be called upon today to print any full-sized architectural drawings off of the giant hand-mauling printer. Anyway, the best thing about it all was the chair. Heavens to Betsy, why did nobody ever tell me about the chair? I love Matt and all, you guys, but I'm seriously considering leaving him to elope with the pedicure chair. I want to marry it and take it home with me where it can sooth my feet and massage my back for the rest of my days. Matt might need to work a promise of regular foot rubs into his vows if he wants to woo me back.

Of course, there is the fact that Matt's way hotter than the chair. Plus he cooks.

Hmmm. I guess I'll go through with the wedding after all.

Two days, people! Time to go perform incompetent Swan Lake.