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So, I am NOT ALLOWED TO TALK about the wedding this week.

This coming weekend, we are having our Engagement/Housewarming Party, and hosting way more people than we expected. My FH spent a lot of time and $$ remodeling his house with his own bare hands to accomodate myself and my two daughters, so he has a lot to be proud of. I should also mention that he is hyper organized, super list maker, timeline oriented perfectionist man. I am the leave my keys in the door, do it when I get to it, let's go do something fun instead kind of girl.

Last week, we had a conversation that went something like this---

ME: what are you doing?

FH: making a list of things I need to get done before next weekend.

ME: Oh. Okay. So, I was wondering babe, what do you think of these flowers? (I shove a copy of Martha Stewart weddings in his face) I really like this, but I was also looking at these (I shove a clipping in his face of some other flowers). I kind of thought that if we had the -

FH: Babe, have you decided where you want me to hang those picture frames?

ME: Wha.... Wait. What picture frames? Did we decide to hang pictures up at the wedding? (this is where I get dreamy eyed) What kind of pictures were you thinking? OH! We could do a whole-

FH: NO! Stop! The picture frames in the huge box in the dining room closet. Where do you wnt them hung IN THE HOUSE?

ME:oh.... you can hang them anywhere you want, but I haven't put any pictures in them yet. (I should clarify: in my last home, as a form of tough love, FH, who I was just casually dating, thought he would shame me into filling my ridiculous amount of picture frames by hanging them on the walls with the people in them that come from the store. It didn't work and became quite the joke with my friends and family that I had an alternate pretend life with the picture frame people.)

FH: You're kidding? No. You're not. babe, do you understand that in 11 days we are having a ton of people in this house. Do you understand how much we have to do? (He proceeds listing off the things I promised to get done) Excuse me if I don't give a crap about flowers right now.

ME: FINE! I guess I'll just go clean something and NEVER ask your opinion about anything ever again. Since, apparently you want June Cleaver, YOU let ME know when I'm allowed to talk. (I am prone to emotionally defensive outbursts)

So, a few hours go by, and I'm stomping around in the kitchen, putting things away, and he comes in and we have this conversation:

FH: Look, I'm sorry I was a d**k before.

ME: Oh, am I allowed to talk now? I haven't finished my chores.

FH: Stop it. You know I'm just stressed out about the party and I want to be able to invite people into our new home and be proud and have everything done. We worked so hard on remodeling and redecorating. I just need need you to kind of get it together and focus, so we can get through it.

ME: I know, babe. It's just hard, because I'm so excited and I feel like all the time is gonna fly by before the wedding and I suck at getting things done, and when your sister and MOH are calling all the time to talk about it, I get sooo excited. And you haven't even thoght about what we talked about with the DJ. Or songs or the invites. And you don't even care.

FH: I do care. I'm just focused on the party and the house right now. C'mon. You better beleive that once the party is over, I will be your anal retentive, list making, control freak nazi, wedding planning mad man. Trust me, I can't wait to make wedding spreadsheets. So excited about the spreadsheets.

ME: Promise?

FH: I promise. Just back off the wedding stuff until after next weekend, and then we can dive into that.

I have been so good. Of course, I have been thinking about the wedding, but I haven't let it monopolize my life, and I haven't been pestering him about stuff, and we both have been getting a ton of stuff done around the house. Really, not a peep from me!

So, I was surprised last night when he was working on something in the dining room , and I was in the kitchen cleaning up, listening to my AM radio that I love, and the song "At Last" by Etta James comes on. He walks in and he takes me in his arms and says, "I like this song. This could be our wedding song. I would like that."

I melted. I was butter. I was butter in his arms, weak in the knees. It was great reminder of how my no nonsense guy totally swept me off my feet!

I still haven't filled picture frames.

Anybody else out there distracted to a fault by wedding planning?

Oh my gosh- that post was hilarious. Loved it. Keep 'em coming. Your man is very cute. I wish my man was a bit more anal retentive sometimes, but you do what you do. 

YES. I am overly crazy about wedding planning sometimes. For example, when we are falling asleep at night, and we're both reading (me:Martha SW, Him: scifi novel) I'll constantly interrupt him to show him some goofy favor or something. He constantly makes fun of my random outbursts of thought. Sorry, love! 

That is awesome! Actually, wedding planning is keeping my mind off buying a house (which stresses me to no end. THAT's a LOT of money!!!). I just fill FI in with pertinent details ONCE a day. No more. He really doesn't want to hear it, and he's busy worrying about a house so I don't have to. It's working well....

He's petty awesome. I'll keep him around!

He's reorganizing our refrigerator magnets right now! LOL!