Before I launch into writing, I want to tell everyone that I am changing D’s blog name. He will no longer be known as ‘D’ so that I no longer have to begin sentences nonsensically explaining what “D and I” did. Ultimately I would of course like to use his real first name (HINT HINT), but so far I havn’t been able to convince him that no one will stalk him and that he won’t be fired from his job because he is mentioned on a blog. Shock and horror! Anyway, I will now be referring to D as “Mr. X”. I know that it sounds extremely generic, but the “X” actually has signifigance in our life (not to mention the general sexiness of writing about my life with Mr. X!).

I’m still working on persuading him to let me put his picture on the blog sometime so you can all see how cute he is – especially since (sisters you will be happy to hear this!) he will be growing his beard back starting this weekend! I love the facial hair. I can’t stop Mom from posting his picture on her blog though…hint hint! Unfortunately I also can’t stop Mom from leaving pictures of my WEDDING DRESS on the KITCHEN TABLE, making it extremely possible that Mr. X might see it! MOM!!!

Shoot, where was I? Oh yes – As wedding planning has moved into the forefront of my brain over the last few weeks, I’ve begun to dream about weddings. And, as it seems with all dreams of an impending life event, things go very…strangely. I’ve had some weird dreams caused by his family in the past (the one that comes to mind involves a squirrel named Shirley with talons jumping out a freezer onto my face – they still tease me!), and these dreams are just as odd.

In my first, short wedding dream, I arrive at our reception only to be told by Mr. X that the party is over! Indeed, everyone is leaving our reception hall and I haven’t had a bite to eat, nor danced a step. Bummer!

The second dream is the stranger of the two. The ceremony goes off without a hitch, and I’ve (finally!) made it to the reception. At one point someone (I think mom?) takes me to the ladies room and persuades me to switch outfits. I realize that sounds really odd, but odder yet is the fact that I am not wearing my wedding dress anymore. I’m wearing a skirt. So we switch and I’m now wearing jeans. At my wedding. Every bride’s dream (HA!). We head out to the hall again, just in time to see Leah and Tim launch into the latest, choreographed new dance craze: The Panda.

I gotta tell you, in my dream the Panda looked pretty darn cool. Leah and Tim seemed to really have it down pat – whatever it was. However, I just cannot get over the fact that, in my dream, there was a dance inspired by panda bears. Seriously, what about pandas is dancable? I think about them and I think,

1. Slow
2. Lumbering
3. Bamboo

The Panda was anything but slow and lumbering. Bamboo may or may not have been used – my dream didn’t give me a good angle to watch it from (don’t you hate that?). But yowza. Pandas. There is something wrong with my mind.