The weather forecasters are screwing with my mind

The weather for Saturday is supposed to include isolated thunderstorms. But, according to weather.com, the comfort level is supposed to be "delightful." WTF???? I don't know about you, but I don't like getting drenched in the middle of big gullywasher of a thunderstorm. Sigh. Oh, and have I said that we'll actually be getting married outside? And that we didn't have contingency plans because this is south Texas and we've been in the midst of a two-year-long drought? Crossing fingers that the showers come Friday night, after everyone's flown in, and clean up the air for Saturday night.

So far I've been able to talk it away, since the forecast was so far out. Back in the Stone Ages, when I was in undergrad, I took a Weather for Airheads class for one of my science requirements (that wasn't very science-y. The other two were Oceans for Idiots and, of course, Rocks for Jocks, the latter of which, to my great chagrin, I *barely* squeaked by with a B-). Anyways, my prof told us that anything more than three days out was pretty much conjectural. Okay, um, we hit three days tomorrow. Let's see a forecast for rainbows and ponies and kittens.

Think it can get here by the 19th?

http://www.uglydress.com/helkitweddre.html

All I can say is, it's a good thing for The Texan (and, let's be honest, my mother) that I didn't spot this dress nine months ago.

Taking a minute to breathe here

Did I mention that I'm getting married in less than a fortnight? *inhale, exhale* Kinda busy. Hey, we hit the 10-day weather forecast tomorrow. As if there's going to be any surprise about the weather that day. Hot, humid, and overcast would be my guess.

We planned things out but there are about a jillion little details that need to be confirmed before the family starts arriving and I officially sign off from work for three weeks.

Plus last week we were busy getting things ready for The Texan's first ever photography exhibit. (His work is amazing, and I'm not just saying that because it includes a 4' by 4' picture of my cat.)(BEST SHOT EVER! Even if my sweet little angel is glowering at the camera.)

I'm very proud of The Texan - he did a beautiful job of holding his shit together, even when everything went to pieces around his show. Pictures? Got lost. Framers? Were late. Exhibits? Fell off the freaking wall.

But it all came together in the end. So I'm hoping that his calm cool reserve will ensure that our wedding will come off as nicely.

Now, we've got to run off to do another billion or so errands.