I miss my blog. I miss reading other wedding blogs and not feeling like I’m stealing cookies from the cookie jar. I miss being able to daydream about my wedding without having to subsequently smack myself in the face and say, “Focus, woman! What’s the test for adverse possession? Drop and give me twenty factors for distinguishing an employee from an independent contractor! New matter: what’s the standard for judgment on the pleadings!?”
I want to look at wedding dresses. I want to get unreasonably grumpy over the emails I’ve consented to receive from The Knot. I want to harass guests for their mailing addresses! I want to write potentially offensive posts about how lame I think pictures of shoes are!
Please remind me of this when the bar exam is behind me and the wedding is not even remotely over and I’m panicking over that nonsense instead.