…and no, I’m not an official wedding planner–just a planner of my own wedding. call for a psych-eval if I ever claim I’m going to go into the wedding planning business. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad because it wouldn’t be my own? But my paycheck would be dependent upon my success, so I don’t really know…?
And if that little ramble wasn’t an indication that this week can go straight to hell and never come back, I don’t know what is.
Currently, I am on my third bag of PopCorners and on my second day of not even thinking about working out. Every time I eat food, I feel sick, my anxiety is at a constant 25 and the only real thing I want to do is read Carry On, Warrior and drink wine.
My words of advice for anyone newly engaged: Don’t plan a wedding from 5,500 miles away. Or more bluntly–just don’t plan a wedding. Hire someone or elope and have a big party afterwards.
I know…
Yes, this is coming from the same girl who was like: OMG! I’M ENGAGED! I CAN TOTALLY DO THIS!
I’VE ALREADY GOT IDEAS AND A PINTEREST BOARD! I’M TWO STEPS AHEAD!
The only thing that comes to my mind now is..
Thankfully in just a little over a month, there will be a whole lot more of this.
And a whole lot less of this.
Cheers to the freakin’ weekend, everyone!
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