Dear Journal~

Tottie here.  Tottie Ruth Witherspoon.  Hope this finds y'all in fine fettle; me, I'm not worth a can of beans.

Tomorrow, Bobbo (he's me mate to be) and I are getting married.  After weeks of planning, preparing, worrying, our wedding plans are finally now coming into fruition.  Today is the rehearsal and dinner afterwards; I pray, hope everything will go according to plan!!

I am so nervous I can't hardly stand myself!  I have been crying buckets of tears; it seems any little thing can set me off.  Doesn't take much.

Me family is here, from parts known and unknown; most of me chums are, too.  They have all come to show their support, cheer me on as Bobbo and I get married.  It's so nice to have them here, but at the same time, I'm petrified!!!!

What if something goes wrong? What if Bobbo or I fall or (gad!) faint??  I don't think I could ever show me face again if that happened!!

I'm trying hard to be positive, but all I can think about are those bloody stupid wedding vids where people fall or faint or smash the cake somehow!  Or the receptions afterwards.  Oh, those nasty receptions!! People get ripped, act totally bonkers!!

I pray Bobbo doesn't act the fool; he has a way of embarrassing me when I least expect it--

Weather here is warming up, soon spring will be upon us once again.  Where it's winter in most parts, here in our area of the world, summer is on, in its full hot glory.  I pray we have an easy summer, free of nasty storms or fires; we've had a bad few years--not so much here in our city, but parts of Australia have had it bad with storm, flood, and fire.

I always worry me head off what would we do if that happened to us.  I'm absolutely terrified of storms; any mere mention of severe weather completely unglues me, and then I'm whinin' like a child to Bobbo to "make it stop"!!  I'm like a little tot when it comes to storms; it's about as bad as me fear of spiders!!

Well, this is me last entry as Tottie Ruth Witherspoon.  Tomorrow I will become Tottie Ruth Brighton.  I will be an ol' married nag; the thought of it terrifies me!!  I'm so scared, bloody nervous; I hope and pray I don't throw up or pass out tomorrow--

Say lots of prayers for me and Bobbo, okay?? We can really use all the prayers we can possibly get!  Thank you in advance!

~Love, your (terrified) Aussie pal, Tottie Ruth. :( (Damn.  Nearly put Tootie!  Me fingers and brain don't want to coincide with each other; I'm becoming all fumbly fingered!) :P (*nervous*)