Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm heading for the dentist.  Gee, it's amazing how childish we feel when we need the dentist.  I feel like I just want to get out of there alive.  Ridiculous.  I'm doing a few errands after and then having lunch with my bud who is going crazy because of her daughter's upcoming wedding.  She told me it's silly, because her daughter and fiance are doing everything, and I promptly replied that means nothing.  The frenzy froths itself up into peaks just because of the excess of joy and anticipation and momentousness.  We all go crazy.  I'm pretty excited myself, and I have no responsibilities except housing a couple of relatives for couple of days.  And I worried myself nuts until I discovered a dress in my closet I'd bought a year ago when the store was closing, and decided it was perfect (or as near as it needed to be) and now I've bought new shoes, found an old evening bag from my older daughter's wedding decades ago, and draped a scarf and two jackets around the dress to be decided which one as the weather dictates.  And nobody cares what I look like.  Well, evidently, I do.  Wedding fever, ah, who DOESN'T succumb?!