Lucky, this point in time and space

While my mom was in the hospital this past weekend I was doing a bunch of random chores around her apartment, including cleaning out her cat's litterbox.  In order to get to the litterbox I have to pass the door of her bedroom. My wedding dress, still in the garment bag, is hanging on her door.

As I passed it I thought, "Gee, it's been four months since I've seen this thing. Maybe I should take another look."

So I unzipped the bag and there it was hanging in all its white-taffeta prettiness. I ran my fingers over the bodice and thought, "You know, it probably wouldn't hurt to try it on again. Make sure it still fits."

So I pulled it out of the garment bag and got undressed and stepped into it and zipped it up. Then I thought, "Gee, my shoes are in the closet. It's too long without the shoes."

So I put the glittery heels on and then I thought, "Gee, there's my veil in the box right next to the shoes. Why not put that on, too?"

So I got that out and put it on and noticed my mom's pearl necklace and earrings on the nightstand and thought, "What the hell."

Only then did I realize the full ridiculousness of what I was doing when I looked at myself in the mirror, alone on a Sunday night decked out in full bridal regalia next to a pile of dirty laundry and a stinky cat litterbox.

Eight months until my wedding and I may have already lost it....