I had my first wedding-related nightmare last night. (I say "first" because I'm sure there will be more... worrying, it's what I do. Even in my sleep.)
In the dream, we were apparently having our wedding in some sort of island destination. My family and friends all went out to this island about a week before the wedding and we were having a great time until I suddenly realized that the wedding was the next day and holy shit, I'd forgotten to do everything that I was supposed to do during that week.
First, I realized that I'd never ordered any wedding bands, and I sent Joel off to find something we could use for the ceremony in a one of the local shops. Then I started running around the island looking for florists and photographers when my mom reminded me that the dress was still way too long - I'd never had it hemmed. I ran and found a tailor who said she'd happily fix it that same day... for $1,000. The flower ladies were spouting on about some island rock (yes, rock) had made traditional bouquets impossible BUT they could do this weird thing with rope instead when my two friends came back with long faces on. The local butcher had no idea how to cut up the wild hog I'd brought for the wedding feast (I finished Omnivore's Dilemma, in case you couldn't tell), they said. We'd have to find a caterer instead. Joel came back, saying he couldn't find anything but a pair of gold hoop earrings for us to use for the ceremony, and at that moment I realize that I had never found an officiant.
This whole time someone (who shall remain nameless because I know she would never do this in real life) was laughing. Just as I was screaming "this isn't funny, STOP LAUGHING AND HELP ME!" I woke up and realized that I was mega-late for work.
See, I told you. Breaking Point! Officially reached!
In other news, I cannot find my car. I was going to drive to work this morning so I could go to the grocery store after work, but car = missing. Does anyone know where I parked my car? Black Jetta covered in pigeon poop? Anyone?
Lastly, I came home last night to find a note from UPS saying that they'd left a package my brother had shipped here with some last-minute stuff for his bike trip "BY FLOWERS -->". I looked in in the shrub that the United States Postal Service so enjoys abusing, but there was no box to be found. Someone stole it, which isn't all that surprising since UPS basically left a nice shiny box on the sidewalk on our heavily foot-trafficked street. I am officially adding "mailbox" to the list of requirements for our next house, right after "closets", "designated parking", and "more closets".