Do a little dance

Weddings are fun.  No.  Rephrase.  Dancing is fun.  I don’t particularly like the actual wedding part.  We whispered and giggled through most of the ceremony.  Unobtrusively of course, although the people seated directly behind us might not agree.  How else were supposed to get through this wedding we really didn’t want to go to?  Whenever a response was given by the congregation, I had this urge to shout horribly inappropriate things.  (You’ll be happy to know I restrained myself.)  That’s more to do with my feelings on religion in general than this wedding.

Get down tonight.

Where did I go?

Blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah-blah blah blah.  Blah blah.  Blah blah?  Blah.  Blah-blah blah blah blahblahblah blah.

Really, that’s all I heard today.  Behind it, my to-do list ran on an endless loop in my head.  Finish the test scripts, pack for the wedding, drop the dogs at the kennel, buy a wedding present, where are they registered?, finish the test scripts, leave work a little early to get the dogs to the kennel before they close, don’t forget clothes for Saturday in case we spend the day wandering in the city, make-up – where’s my make-up?, get out of some meetings at work so I can finish the test scripts, get off the internet and do some work, what else do I need to pack?, and so on.  Yeah, I’m relaxed.  I’m SO close to being able to leave work at work again.  Thisclose.  The end is in sight.  And then I can be myself again.  I hope.