Friday, August 26, 2011

Down to days: 4 and 5

  • Made my last and final trip to Costco to purchase the last of the snacks that would go into either the welcome packages and the kids packs, or consumed by the wedding party. I swear Costco people knew me by name since I had been in there almost daily up to this point. 

  • We went to our last and final dance lesson. Good thing we had this last lesson. We were able to figure out which way to face and how we needed to be situated for the grand finale.

  • Printed and cut all the pages for our programs. There was a lot of corner punching done by Jake in two days. I shouldn't have punched the corners on the cover page. That would have saved HOURS of work. I think the corner punch actually bruised his hand. Woops!

  • Printed a welcome note that would be placed in the welcome packages.

  • Met my personal trainer for one last workout. It was really wierd how calm I was. I spent an hour and a half driving to and from the gym, and not once did I freak out about how I could be spending that time crafting. Instead, I enjoyed the quiet time. I remember telling her that all I had left to do was put together the programs, the welcome packages, and the escort cards. Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy. Right.

  • Made a quick run into Boston to pick up tourist brochures to put in the welcome packages. People probably thought I was some kind of nut job counting out 35 of each and then loading them into my giant purse.

  • Finished punching the last of the corners on our programs and then proceeded to assembled all of them, by hand, by myself. Not because no one offered, but because I thought it would be an easy job.

  • Individually packaged lobster lollipops that I had premade for the welcome packages.

  • I think I spent the entire rest of the day working on putting together the welcome packages. Jake tried to help. But me being me, shoo'd him away when he didn't do things my way.

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