I just mailed all of my bill payments for this month. Most of them were due last week. I never pay my bills on time. It's not intentional. In fact, this month I was determined to pay them on time, and the first week of the month I sat down to pay all of my bills. But after two of them, I ran out of checks, and since Buffy was on and Oz was just about to find out about Willow's new girlfriend, I didn't want to go upstairs to get more, so I stuffed them in my purse and decided to go get a new pad of checks after Buffy. By the end of Angel I had completely forgotten about my bills. I found them in my purse this morning and figured I'd better take care of them. So if you were expecting any money from me this month, the check is in the mail.

The rest of my money is going towards wedding stuff. Actually, the majority of it is going towards bachelorette party stuff. I'm going to Spencer's tomorrow to pick up some naughty party favors. I also need to find out if there's any place in or around Tulsa that sells naughty cakes or pastries. Anybody know a place? I also have to buy her some naughty lingerie for the shower. I asked her if she wants a naughty stripper, too, but she said no, and it's a good thing too, because I can't afford a stripper.

I also have to buy my own shoes to wear with the dress, and other accessories. And get my hair and nails done for the occasion. And buy a camera, because I don't have one (I bought a camera a couple of years ago, and left it sitting on a bench in Central Park in Manhattan; then I bought another one that same year for a trip to England, but the film loading mechanism decided to break when I was about to take a picture of some really cool thing or another in Bath, and I haven't bought one since), and I'd really like to take my own pictures of the upcoming events.

Little sister also told me she'd like me to read a poem at the wedding, and not only that, but she would like me to read an original poem written by me. Seeing as how I don't have any wedding appropriate poems in my repertoire, and the wedding is only two weeks away, I guess I'd better get cracking.

I think she and mom are conspiring to set me up with the wedding photographer. I heard them talking the other day, not really listening because I was trying to read, but I heard the word photographer, and then my mom said excitedly "Oh, the guy Jeanie's age?!" and Liz said "shhhh!" and they both looked at me, and I looked at them, and they started speaking in hushed tones, and I went back to reading. I didn't really want to know.