Reprimand required!

It is officially time to freak out! Where did all the time go? I am approximately two months away from the wedding. Two months! Count’em two! I'll just be relieved when this mess is over and done with.

My procrastination has seemed to have gotten the best of me. Between traveling to South Beach to laying out in the sunshine listening to free music at Stern Grove, I don’t think I’ve managed my time very wisely. The “here and now” is just too inviting to spend in the house preparing for this darn wedding.

My stupid invitations are on the verge of distribution. I realized last week, that I’d better get this invitation crap on the road. Thank god for the “save-the-date” right? Otherwise I’d be triple crown screwed.

Meanwhile, I’ve got Sophia freaking out about her invitations which is at the end of September. Puhlease, talk about jumping the gun. Is Sophia’s trying to “step”? I think that my emotional stems are stagnant, because I don’t feel the stress and pressure at hand! Should I be concerned with my disconcern? I wish my mom was here to slap me.

lol•ly•gag also lal•ly•gag intr.v. lol•ly•gagged, lol•ly•gag•ging, lol•ly•gags
To waste time by puttering aimlessly; dawdle. To fool around, waste time, or spend time lazily.

Signs of lollygag behavior:
1. Taking 2-3 day naps in the day.
2. Fine dining 2-3 times a week.
3. “This is a really f*cken awesome Cabernet, don’t you think?” As Shellie gingerly sips and lollygags with her friends.

Italian Proverb: Chi ha tempo, non aspetti tempo.
Translation: A stitch in time saves nine
Moral: Do not lollygag.

This is Shellie the lollyhag back to you Bob at the studios.