Time is on my Side

At least, that's what I keep telling myself. That's why I haven't been blogging. Because there is nothing to do. Right?

I don't need to look at the guest list again. Even though it already has an excess of invitees on it. And Grant's Mom gave me a list of 9 folks they want to invite (don't take offense Penny, I'm just explaining how things are!). And my Dad wants me to invite his cousin Gene and his wife Marsha,who live in Bend, but who I have not seen since Easter 2007 when I am pretty sure Grant and I did a good job of alienating ourselves from the only relatives I have in the vicinity when we spent much of the meal they had invited us to talking about politics that I am pretty sure they did not agree with. And my Mom wants me to invite her best friend Gisella, and her friends Lilly and Alan. And to get the deal with the DJ I invited him as a guest (which I probably would have done anyway). And I just reconnected with my childhood friend Elena and her husband Michael who I would sooo love to have at the wedding because she has known me for soooo long and she rocks.

Nope. Nothing to worry about here!

The list sits in a drawer in my coffee table, along with the other details I have to keep track of about the wedding. I let it sit there. I think about it often. It is always in the back of my head, calling softly to me, like some siren that wants to have me crash upon the dangerous rocks. Or like a nagging Jewish grandmother who guilts you to the point you just want to throw yourself off a cliff. It's like a chicken you throw away in the garbage, it's sickening odor slowly seeping into the room, poisoning the atmosphere with its rotting carcass.


Oh my god. My invitation list reeks of decay.
This
is not
good.