HRH got the bike out on Easter for her first day of training. Then she hauled me out to the gym yesterday. In the meantime, CaDiva and I have booked both the Officiant and Venue. We have appointments with the bridal boutique for my dress and to meet the photographer.
We looked at rings today and actually thought we had one picked out, but it only came in a men's size 12. I think we need to check a few more jewelry counters. HRH is certain we should "secret shopper" several bakeries for wedding cakes and sweets. She also seems to believe we need both Jordan almonds and butter mints. She is not so specific regarding the limo, only that we shall have one. What can I say? She is the Midwest Matron of Honor and apparently in charge.
Today, we took CaDiva to the radiology oncologist to be fitted for a head basket and face mask and we hope to start her treatment next week. For future reference, plastering an asthmatic's face closed is not likely to end well. This is especially true if they suggest I wait in the lobby.
I should have followed my own best instincts and stayed with her. After all, if your head is trapped in a mesh cage designed to limit your chin movement and they fold some sort of polymer over your nose just days after you finally show signs of getting over a chest cold, it is kind of hard to get people to hear and understand your demand to GO GET MiIDIVA, NOW! They did finally grasp the concept that her inhaler that was in her purse, in my possession. But, by that time, she was pretty well out of air and very distressed.
Well, lesson learned. I can wait in the hallway. I can be in the room. I can stand at the foot of the table. But those are their only choices.
I'm afraid HRH has plans to take me to the gym again tomorrow. And sometime this week, I have to show her how to post comments on this blog. It strikes me I may end up regretting that bit. And maybe the former as well.
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