Imaginary

When I was 4 I had an imaginary friend named Kimberly. We played Fischer-Price Lil' People and Weeble Wobbles. My 4 year old niece, who is on the fast track to becoming J.Lo, has an imaginary husband named Jackie Smacks. Times have changed. They sure have.

I am writing to you from the comfort of my new layer of fat, courtesy of the 6 tamales I've had in the past 4 days, all that rice and oh, all those beans!!! Thanks to my lovely family who has banded together to make my wedding planning go as smooth as possible. The food and floweres are done. I haven't had one wedding anxiety dream yet. But when I do, I can wake up and say, dude, that's totally done.

Phew.