My mother told me to update her, so I am. I'm doing it here instead of over the phone because her cell phone died when she couldn't find her charger.
For anyone who doesn't know my mother, this is just par for the course, I promise.
Saturday I am being kidnapped by Alice to Seattle to go look for shoes. I am apparently lucky she wasn't going to drag me further down the coast or, god forbid, across the continent. Luckily, Esme and Rosalie (likely) will be coming along, so the chances of Alice getting carried away are somewhat lessened. I would like to state, for the record, that I will not be looking at heels. The last thing I need at my own wedding is to trip over my shoes and take out half the guests, and it would happen.
I haven't even seen myself in my own dress yet, because Alice insists that I can't see it until the alterations are completely finished. From what I can tell it will be nice, on the hanger it's nothing that's not "me" which is, I think, the best thing I could say about it at this point. I was being fitted yesterday (again) and Edward nearly walked in. I think he was teasing Alice, because he knew she would throw a fit. It was a little funny.
As far as I know, my mother's arriving in Forks on the 10th, and Phil will be here on the 12th. That's really all I know.