Being a reluctant Mother of the Bride makes it incredibly difficult to write an actual blog post about my daughter's wedding. I've got a lot to say about the people who attended and various pieces of the weekend but about the actual wedding I'm not sure what to say. (Oh look, there's a squirrel running across our fence carrying a margarine container!) TW's no help either. Her suggestions were "We went and now we're home" (true but this isn't Chatter, 140 characters won't cut it) or "The pork was good, the family wasn't" (which is inaccurate.)

Long before I decided that I never want another engagement ring, I was a girl who never wore a ring on her left ring finger. Because that finger was special and only for one kind of ring. Yes, it's true.But while I'm no longer dreaming about the rock, I'm still a major romantic, and I still very much believe in marriage and lifelong partnership. So a good proposal story definitely gets me as much as the next peep, with or without a ring or rings involved. And Wow, have I got some great posts for you.

Jenn is driving me nuts with her "countdown" to the wedding. I don't know why it stresses me out so much when she closes her emails or starts her phone calls with "I can't believe it, only 53 days til the wedding!" She's the one who is working her rear off getting ready for this event, she's the one who should be stressed out (and she is.) I have only been given one task (besides send money!) to prepare for the big day - and that was only because I insisted she let me do SOMETHING to help with the reception.

After Jenn picked out her wedding invitations, she called and asked me for a guest list. Two weeks later, she sent me a myspace message asking me for a guest list. Two weeks after that, she sent me a DM, an email and left a voice mail asking me for a guest list. Two weeks after that, I sent her one.