Weddingbee Blog

I’m writing from the edge of my sanity, here. Last night we had our final meeting with the Father, who had tried to talk us into having a mass, telling us the ceremony would be short and meaningless otherwise. When I replied about my Dad’s side probably not going up to receive a blessing, he bet me Mr. Kiwi’s salary (he works there) that they WOULD. Well, I know my family, and they WOULDN’T. Two weeks before the wedding- I don’t need him to change everything we’ve had planned for over a year!!

When I came home, I had an email from the church lady, saying she had no paperwork for me yet. Um. I sent it via snail mail- at her request. What do you do when the only person who controls your ceremony has no idea who you are, despite talking to me many times?

In our meeting last night, Mr. Kiwi and I realized we had forgotten the certificate for the marriage prep class. Mr. Kiwi didn’t tell me I needed to bring this- so I didn’t. Mr. Kiwi also confused the instructions of our letters of freedom- they have to be signed by someone in our family, either in front of a priest or a notary republic. Mr. Kiwi was under the impression the father would sign them and then give them back to us to sign. I didn’t think this was correct, but he DID talk to Father. He was wrong. So now I have to get my mom and aunt to a notary republic by Monday. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Anyway, two weeks out. Anyone have a tums?