Mixed Wine and Paint

So I am getting married June 15th of this year. I also work full time. These two things do not mix. I read somewhere the other day that 75% of brides plan their wedding at work. Someone is lying. Work happens during the time of day when the bakers are available and the catering people are not, well catering. And the truth is I feel guilty about working on my wedding at work. I try to keep my wedding work at work to a minimum. I usually make calls or return calls during my lunch break or tea break, but even while I am grading papers or working on a proposal I am thinking about my wedding. Some small part of my brain is constantly obsessing about whether or not I am getting the best price or should I look into just one more DJ.

Tonight, I decided to try something new and went to a wine and design, which is where some amazing stranger teaches everyone in the class how to successfully paint a picture. Yeah right you are thinking, but I swear something happens when you mix wine and paint. All of a sudden I am thinking to myself that I am going to be a famous painter someday and decide that I need to date my work in addition to signing my name (which by the way, will not be my official signature). My name looks like a kindergartner wrote it with finger paint. Oh, my back to my point, at this painting class besides learning that I am an amazing painter, I also forgot about everything on my plate for about 2 hours. Until the end when I had to decide the color of the birds I needed to paint. Suddenly I was back thinking about my wedding and that I needed to match the color of the birds with the table runners that I will eventually make into the bedroom curtains. But that story is for another day....