Context: First assignment in an interesting (to say the least) "Effective Writing" class.
Setting: Panera Bread Company.... mid-morning after the breakfast rush and before the lunch crowd... in front of a deliciously warm jalepeno egg and cheese bagel and a small (VERY small) cup of orange juice...
Finished Product:
I have only 34 more days as “bride-to-be!” My life is filled with love songs, flowers, dresses, and phone calls from mommy with new ideas. “Kell! Check out this new shade of violet.” Oh the joys!
… Oh the stress! I’m counting down the days and the dollars drained from my account for caterers to feed uncle so-an-so and aunt what’s-her-face... I’m counting the times my fiancé said, “Baby let’s just elope?” I can’t even remember the reasons against it that I once spouted freely.
So, I’m here. I’m maintaining sanity. Between working as an art instructor and finishing law school, I have managed to avoid that sad stupor of bridezilla-ism. No watching re-runs of “Say Yes to the Dress” for me. True love is the hustle of learning, working, and being the organized superwoman that I think I am.
What do you think? Success?