Island Importer

I suck at planning a wedding.
I have never, ever had any desire to plan my wedding. So rather than put any real energy into it, I just do things when I think of them, and hope that eventually I think of everything. And somehow manage to get it all done on time. This is a recipe for disaster, but seeing as both my mother and father are coming to my wedding, it really can’t get any worse, even if I forget something like a minister. Which reminds me…
Anyway, last weekend, in the midst of a drug induced stupor (just pain meds folks) I realized that though I have a poor excuse for a dress, my fiancé does not have anything suitable to wear. Our wedding is in Hawaii, and Pete wouldn’t wear a suit unless I got him really, really wasted (something I don’t really want for our ceremony), so we settled on linen pants and a linen shirt. Pete & I found the Island Importer website, liked their selection, and ordered an outfit for him.
Aside from spending my week in pain with occasional bouts of relief thanks to Vicodin and my now drool covered couch, I had little/​no energy for anything else. Placing the order drained my small energy reserve.
I ordered the pants and shirt on Sunday night.
On Monday, I received an email notification that the package was being shipped.
On Tuesday, I received the package.
On Wednesday, I woke up in a daze and realized I never opened it, then promptly fell back to sleep.
On Thursday, I opened it, smiled, wiped drool off my chin, and promptly fell asleep.
And finally today, Pete tried his outfit on.
And it fit perfectly. And he said it was comfy. And that he would wear it. YAY! One more item to check off the list I never made.
We aren’t the cutest couple around, but thanks to Island Importer, Pete is going to make everyone wonder, «Why is that guy marrying such an ugly chick?» And I will be content to know that it’s because he needs glasses but hasn’t bothered to have his prescription filled :) I’ll make sure he doesn’t take that trip to the ophthalmologist until after he’s legally stuck with me.