January 2, Winter, year 20

Ow, my head! I forgot about the drinking thing… If you exchange greetings with someone, you have to take a drink. Even with making the rice cakes, there was so much wine going around, it was crazy!

Lauren is laughing at me… But I have to admit she's been awesome all day, helping me out. I just couldn't get out of bed with the way the room was spinning…

I'm pretty sure I caught a cold from the snow-attack of New Year's Eve, and adding a hangover on top of that… Boy I'm pitiful.

But Muffy says I have to get better quick, since her wedding is only in a couple of days. Pony and Gray are going to come too, so it's going to be something of a tight squeeze for a couple days. I can probably put them in Mom and Dad's old room, since Lauren and I are sharing the one that me and Pony used to share. Lucky Jack got his own room when we were all in the same house together…

Not that I'm complaining overmuch. He was the only boy, and Pony and I are close enough in age that sharing a room was actually a lot of fun.

Lauren finished dying my dress the other day. The green didn't fully overlay the purple, so it's sort of… camo-printed. Muffy finds it hilarious, but I think Lauren is a little miffed. Can't really blame her either, she's got this perfectionist streak to her. Especially when it comes to making her wedding outfits.

Still, it's gotten her pretty famous, so I guess there's not much to do about it. I jokingly said we could dye it every color in the rainbow and she gave me a look, and threatened to use me as a mannequin, hungover and sick or not.

Man, she's scary sometimes.

Not to mention using me to measure Muffy's wedding dress would probably not end well. I do not have the chest that my cousin has. For which I'm rather grateful, considering all the farm work I do, and how much a large chest would get in the way.

Man, it's hard to believe that she's getting married though. I mean, she's been working for Griffin for… five years now, I think. Since I was fifteen-ish? Still, she's twenty-six, which in this little place is old for an unmarried woman.

Not that anyone in their right mind would mention it to her. She's a sweetie, but Muffy can be just as scary as Mom was when she's angry. It may take a while to get her to that point, but when she blows, we all take cover.

Though I guess I'm not much better sometimes. I tend to hold grudges pretty well…

Ah well, we all have our faults.

The wedding stress is making Muffy snappy though. She's currently here with Lauren and me, trying to finalize the plans… I have to admit, I am being less than helpful. Hangover+cold makes it very hard to concentrate. I'm trying, but I keep drifting out onto something else…

Which is why I'm writing. It helps focus my head a little. Maybe I should ask her to make her hangover cure. Remove the pounding headache and I ought to be able to focus a little bit more…