Weddingbee Blog

The other day I was on the train (because that is my life: either on the train, waiting for the train, missing the train, or running, arms-flailingly, towards the train as it leaves the station) and Mr. Potato Head called.

“We got the house!” he said and for one split second I paused, like you do when you wake up and don’t know what day it is, and I considered the possibility that we’d been house hunting and had worked out a bank loan, met with realtors, and put it in a bid. And then I remembered that a) no, that never happened; b) he was talking about the beach house we wanted to rent for the wedding, and c) I watch too much House Hunters.

Ahh, the house! We’re renting it for the whole week prior to the wedding and offering it to our wedding party as a place to stay.

And I look forward to spending the week before the wedding there, in utter beached-out bliss. (Save your rainy-day thoughts of last-minute stresses and scurrying; I am blissful in my ignorance!) The beach house will also be home to our rehearsal dinner—I’m thinking low-key clambake? New England style!

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The winter is so dreary and my hours at school seem longer and longer, with endless stacks of papers to grade and novels that don’t seem to end; I am thinking beachy thoughts to keep me warm! Anyone else?