Bells on her toes

I'm not entirely sure if I was the right kind of excited today (re: excited at all) when I received a call from the bridal shop that my dress is in. I saw the name on the phone and knew what they were calling about, as I keep seeing, with more and frequency now that we are partyway through April, the note I made to myself in my agenda to call them at the end of the month. I was trying to think ahead as I was talking to her, about how long they could keep the dress, when I needed to get alterations done and figure out how to get to the shop, which is in another town (they had the best price and no taxes when I ordered. We'll see in the end if the inconvenience of location was worth the savings!)

Now, let's just pause and repeat this news:

My. Dress. Is. In.

My. WEDDING. Dress. Is. In.

It's in the country. Not that far away. I can go and pick it up whenever I want (within transit hours, of course!)

Oh, the glee is kicking in now - as is the panic...I won't tell you how many cupcakes I ate today but notice the "s" - it was more than one. I'm in the first year of my PhD program, which automatically gives me license to eat away my feelings of utter intellectual inadequacy. Unfortunately, this also overlaps with the four months I've been waiting my wedding dress to arrive; the dress in which I hovered between two sizes and of which I ordered the SMALLER one.

I don't think spending all day at the gym tomorrow is really going to help me now.

Maybe if I walk to Mississauga and back. That would save me on bus fare.