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on January 18, 2008 - 10:25am

Every time I see anything about the upcoming Sundance concerts, I seriously sound like an unhappy cat. When my fiance hears that noise and asks what's wrong, the answer's, "I can't fly to Utah!" I really should've joined a frequent-flyer program the second I got this job. Because I don't have enough miles saved and can't exactly flap my arms, I can't go to the Sundance concerts.
I know I shouldn't be greedy, that Josh was on my side of the country this November. But it's still got me down.
And yet, now that I think about it, do I even have time to go? My fiance invited a bunch of people to my apartment on Sunday, and I've got wedding stuff to work on. I think I've got the invitations and save-the-dates figured out, but I can't order anything without knowing how many to get and who to send them to. (I wish I could include more Grobanites and fewer "relatives" whose last names I don't even know, but that's neither here nor there.) I also have ideas for the flowers but don't know how to put them into action, so I guess I'd better call that florist.
Oh, and returning to the cat theme in the beginning, my sister is now, in her words, "a kitty mommy." (Does that make me a kitty aunt?) She brought Dexter home last night. He's just under a year old, fluffy, gray and white, and ADORABLE. I can't wait to meet him.

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