Five loads of laundry later and now it's time to pack!
Tomorrow morning, Lowell and I are flying to Montreal to attend a wedding. First of two weddings this Summer where I can't indulge in the open bar! B-b-b-bummer! Plus I'm wearing a pair of impossibly painful heels. Ah the price we silly girls pay for vanity.
I have a feeling that my Dr. Scholl's "Fast Flats" will make an appearance early in the night and be a lifesaver.
Also, I tried on my dress tonight and I'm totally stuck in that "Is she chubby... or pregnant?" stage, wah!