7 Days

Yes, 7 more days to my photoshoot.
My wedding photoshoot, that is.
Gosh, I am excited.

For one day, I actually have a photographer following me and my husband around.
As attempt cheeseeey poses, grapple with incredibly uncomfortable clothes, preen to not resemble our usual hideous selves and then have all flaws and flab blown up on every Polaroid for all to gawk later.
What a thrill.

But seriously,
I am having the jitters.
So bad that I took a day off work today.
To do wat?
I dunno.
Somehow, buying clothes and hitting town calms my nerves v effectively.

To not resemble my usual self, I need to:
- touch up hair roots
- manicure, pedicure
- get decent shoes
- shape my brows and thread my face
- self-facial every nite for one intensive wk
- lose 5 kg in one week

Terence, on the other hand,
simply needs to turn up punctually on tat day.
Life is really not fair.