B's Mom and I met in the kitchen early Sunday morning...
Me: I dreamed about the wedding!
B's Mom: I did too. It was a bad one. Was yours?
Me: Nope, mine was great. I dreamed that your dress came in and we watched it come off the rack and it was beautiful and fit perfectly.
B's Mom: I dreamed that friends of ours wanted to host the rehearsal dinner, so we were trying not to offend them and have the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner in Atlanta and still make it to Florence for the wedding.
Me: We need to drink less at night. Or more.
B's Mom: I know.