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Day Whatever-it-is...I have no idea. I DO know that this wedding is less than 4 weeks away...four still sounded like a lot. But three does NOT!!! Katie had her dress fitting Tuesday...how gorgeous!! She will be beautiful.

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I totally blew it after the beach...grr. That's what I get for not blogging. Need that accountability. Haven't lost weight, haven't really done ANYTHING I am supposed to do.

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The beach was so lovely!! There is nothing better than a midnight spent lying on a deck eating European chocolate with sleepy friends, counting shooting stars, with the sea providing background music. I would like to spend every midnight that way...but I suppose then it wouldn't be so special!!? I did not attack any LIMFAC's... although I did walk barefoot on the beach at midnight while surrounded by a bunch of killer crabs. We called it the Scary Crab Dance, and did it every night, but only barefooted the last night. Apparently the crabs were afraid of 'Ouisa as there were many fewer that night. So it wasn't even particularly brave of me!! And I saw lighthouse number one on my list of...however many US lighthouses exist. This could take a while. And Manteo is the most adorable place EVER. Cats in every store. Dogs in some. Friendly locals. Good food.

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Three nights passed way too quickly. Next year I will try to extend my time as much as possible.

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We opened the windows and slept to the hum of the surf. How lovely!! I have never done that before and it was brilliant. Thank you, dear friends!

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So...three weeks. And three days. I feel like there are a thousand (expensive) things to be done, no time, and no money. It is so frustrating! But one way or another the day will come and go, and Katie and Charlie will be married. I am starting to feel rather stressed...hmmm. I need a beach week. But since that won't happen I guess I will have to figure something else out. Any suggestions? Breathing techniques? Chocolate therapy?

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Helping out some in the restaurant this month. More stress. But I always enjoy being there so perhaps they will cancel each other out. I will try to blog daily, so you will be entertained by the rising level of my stress and panic. I am sure on the 25th I will be a writhing bundle of squishy emotional nerves. But darn it, my dress will look good. And my hair, if I can afford to see Mr. Clean again. (Tom, I mean; that's just my personal nickname)