Yesterday, Betsy texted me that there were only 12 short weeks until my wedding.
I called my Mom who talked to me about a friend that got married on Saturday and how she felt bad that it had rained.
Last night I watched Finding Nemo while I folded laundry. Then I watched bits and sections of A Bug's Life. Finally, I read my book about the building of the Panama Canal as I drifted off to sleep.
Next thing I know:
I'm in a canoe with Diana, Andy, JD and Dan, headed down from my Grandparents house to the Saco, 2 days before my wedding. I'm right about to hit Mosquito Heaven and everywhere around me is thick mud. I'm seeing gigantic whale tales just littering the landscape. To my right, a huge pile of ship anchors. Then, we as we move forward, our canoe (which has been drifting in mud up to this point) suddenly and slowly tips over, and we all do a faceplant into the deepest thickest mud you can imagine.
Queue the snakes.
Just as I'm thinking to myself, "oh my God, how could we possible have gotten this much rain?" - so much that the ocean washed up to Fryeburg (hence the anchors and whale tales) - I realize that I will actually die if I don't get out of this muddy rut. The thing is, everywhere that I am trying to get out is literally covered with snakes - Indiana Jones style.
My brain is racing at this point, it's such a beautiful place, how could this have happened? I spent so much time trying to convince the Sadlon/Stephens contingent of just how majestic Fryeburg really is, and all we can see is snakes, mud, anchors and whale tales.
As I am finally able to get my footing (a spot the snakes must have forgot to cover) I hoist myself back onto the path, and I wake up.
Now, maybe it's just me - but this seems like a very serious worst-case-scenario. Even so, I think it's time to resort to sun dances, prayer, offerings to the Sun Gods and beefing up my Plan B.
Got any tricks/tips for ensuring sunny skies?