And it's been rather eventful already. There was a rather eye-opening conversation over Boston Market, but I'll get into that later...

Yesterday I experience the "seventh level of Hell" of any girl who's just found herself in relationship turmoil....or for anyone who hates dresses or dress shopping, or girls like me with odd proportions... David's Bridal. Yes, yesterday I talked Chris into taking me to Plymouth Meeting to David's Bridal, as it was the last possible day I could've found anyone to take me. I hate dragging him to those kinds of places, and now that we're in this stage of whatever we are I feel even worse, but he was my only ride option, so we went. We got there with relatively little hurrah, but there was a Guitar Center next door, so I ditched the idea of making him help me find something suitable and let him go wander (the lucky bastard!). My dress girl, Jill, was wonderfully patient with me. I have got to be the most uncouth, ridiculous person to help find a dress. Fortunately for Jill, the colour Christina picked for us to wear is one of the least available colours in the store. The same condition is quite unfortunate for me...who doesn't particularly look like I belong in ANY dress. BUT! I squashed my "just got my plans of ever getting married waylaid by a relationship semi truck" depression, tried not to look at the gorgeously happy brides all around me, and tried on as many dresses as Jill could unearth in my size. Several rounds of wrestling with lining, back zippers, and strapless bras later, I found it. I have to admit, once it's hemmed (ha ha Jenn's short....I get it), it's gonna look pretty damned good on me. Maybe not in the ungodly teal colour I tried on, but I'm told it looks fantastic in clover. So, I stood in the slowest checkout line in history and bought the most expensive dress I've ever owned. (Christina! Help! I'm poor!)

After our dress adventure, we headed to band practice. I got to meet Vinny and hear how he's influenced their sound. I like it.

Today Chris headed out to work, and I went back to bed for a couple hours. I haven't slept that long in weeks, and my body's been so exhausted physically, emotionally, mentally....I've been out of it. So I slept until I woke up and decided "it's Easter, dammit! I'm dying eggs!" At ACME, the cutest little boy in the world called me "mommy" (yay for sore spot number 2 this week). Dad didn't seem amused by any of it, so I tried not to talk to the baby, but he was so cute. I wish I could be that amused at the grocery store.

So my list for the day includes doing the dishes, hemming at least a couple pairs of my uniform pants, doing Chris' taxes, and working on the most multifaceted song I've ever tried to write lyrics to...seriously, Trev, we need to work on continuity. Hah.

So chores before Chris gets home and his mom comes over for pizza and movies. Not the usual Easter fare, but this isn't really usual circumstance anymore, is it?

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