3 more sleeps until I'm Mrs The Boy...

In 3 more sleeps I get to have the best party ever and become married to the love of my life, The Boy. I feel quite excited, like someone is tickling my tummy with a feather, or like a group of tiny vandals are climbing down into my tummy and graffiti-ing on the lining of my stomach. Planning this party has been a long and arduous mission. Fun at times, scary at times, sometimes stressful but all very exciting. It got me thinking about all the things that will change when I become Mrs The Boy.
Here are my thoughts written down...

1. I will have a different last name.

I have had a name for 27 years and I know how to spell it, pronounce it, know what others will change it to when they write it down or call it out wrong at the Doctor's surgery. Know how much room to leave when writing it on a line. I can sign it in a signature (although every time I do, I get to the start of my last name and begin to panic thinking "I can't remember hOW TO SIGN MY NAME!!!" but by the time I've thought this thought I look down to see I have signed it perfectly. Every time, I panic and every time it is just right). So after my wedding I will have a sparkly new golden name to learn. Its an unusual one and it has a 'z' in it so I feel ever so exotic. I will have to learn what to say when people say "Ooh, where's that from?", learn which names to listen for at the dentist for when they mispronounce it, and get used to actually responding to that name instead of looking casually around when I hear it, thinking "I wish Mrs Jezeph would hurry up and go in, I'm waiting for my appointment!!"

2. I'll have to share my house with a boy

I moved out of my flat away from Crazy Meg in April (*sob*) and missed having a living companion a lot. I quickly got used to living on my own though, and quite liked the idea that, if I put something away, or in a specific place, I know it will still be there when I get back from work! I know that there won't be any pants or socks on my bedroom floor, or any beard hairs in the sink. The towels will be hanging on the rail, dry rather than on the floor or bed, wet. However, after W-day, all these things could change. Pants and socks may appear on my lovely floor, beard hairs could appear in the sink like a tiny party of ants sunbathing on a ceramic beach....
Nah, I'm sure it will be fine and actually I'm super excited to come home to The Boy, cooking dinner, handing me a glass of wine and saying "I cleaned the house today darling Hannan"...

3. I should probably buy a beige nightie...

I feel as though getting married means I'm super old and boring now. I was looking at buying some pj's for my honeymoon and happened upon the nightie section of Marks and Spencer (which was the first clue that I'm getting old and boring by the way... Goodbye Topshop, Hello Marks...) I glancd at a flowery, shapeless, floor length nightie and for one fraction of a second, 1% of my brain told me that I should buy it. The rest of my brain however, quickly kicked in and reminded me I am still a young woman. They bustled this 1% of my brain away as if to say "Oh we're er... terribly sorry about him, he's er... not well you see..." as they cover him with a blanket, red faced, and bundle him out of my ear. From that moment on, with the remaining 99% of my brain, I vowed to maintain my youth as long as possible. My mantra is "Getting married doesn't mean you hang up your converse and sparkly tops! Keep those batman girl boxers and don't stop crimping your hair!!!"

4. The Boy may need rebranding...
Since the dawn of this blog, hardcore Hannan Fannans (big up yaselves) will know that I refer to George as The Boy. This was because I originally intended this blog to be sort of annonymous. I thought it would be a fun little secret that people on the interent and I could share. But word got out (from my gob really) that I'd written a little thing called a blog and so people I knew started following it. Calling my boy The Boy however, stuck. BUT...Now we are becoming man and wife, is his name really appropriate? Should he be called The Man... or The Husband!? I don't know. I shall have a think. If you have any thoughts do let me know. Ahhhh life's big problems eh?

This is my last blog as Hannan B. The next one will be written by Hannan J.
How exciting. If you are coming to the wedding (and everyone is invited to the church bit, so do pop along! Ask for details if you want to come), but if you are coming, pray that I don't do anything silly like fall onto the cake, or trip coming down the aisle, or be sick in The Boy's lovely hair...

See you at the church!

Love Hannan xxxxx

P.S. I had an AMAZING hen do, organised by my sister, sisters-in-law to be and bridesmaids and I had such an amazing time. There was crimped hair, tutus, tequila and a Michael Jackson impersonater. What more could a Hannan want? Thanks girls xxx