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And so, it came to pass that my daughter, the bride to be, flew home from where she and her partner live in Winnipeg. We had roughly a week to nail down her wedding plans for this September before she flew back.

Our check list included ordering the wedding cake, visiting the reception hall, seeing the officiant, the bachelorette party, consultation with the photographer, choosing centrepieces, and of course, the wedding shower.

Busy, busy, busy.

That is why after announcing a two week sabbatical at work from my job in order to attend to the wedding plans I told my coworkers that the next time they see me, I’ll be either very happy or very cranky.

There is no middle ground.

You can therefore understand when I tell you that I keep a bottle of ant-nausea pills within reach for those over-the-top moments when our nerves overrule “the better angels of our nature.”

This past Sunday my daughters and I went to a local shopping mall, the Pen Centre as we embarked on our first wedding shopping extravaganza.

We were on a quest for shower decorations and wedding attire.

However, we came home with shopping bags bursting with planting pots, candy, sushi, and a Doctor Who Bobble Head.

Some things never go according to plan.

Three days later, we tried again.

This time, we went to the Fairview Mall.

Again, we came home with full shopping bags and this time they were full of items appropriate for those who are about to throw a wedding shower extravaganza. However, our mood was somewhat disgruntled after an emotional discussion during lunch at a local pizzeria as we tried to reach some sort of agreement on bridesmaids dresses.

When I got home, I realized I was all out of anti-nausea pills…

…And the wedding is still over three months away.