I am drinking wine out of the bottle and eating my weight in bing cherries while staring at piles of my stuff strewn about my apartment waiting to be crammed in a moving box. 19 days until the wedding.
Steeling myself for the loooong drive from St. Louis to the “waterpark capital of the world” for a family vacation coupled with my bridal shower. Bonus points if you know the city I’m talking about. ?
Last night I was trampled to death at a mall by iphone fanatics while watching a fashion show that my best friend happened to be walking in. My best friend was Rachel Berry from Glee, and I was there to be supportive and try to make amends for pissing off glee club. I don’t remember what I did to piss of the glee club but it must not have been so bad because they were sad that I was trampled...
So, I may have neglected to explain, but I am the craziest bride that has ever lived. Why? Because I let my fiance convince me that we couldn’t afford to pay 2 rents in one month and that I should move all my stuff (4 hours away) 2 weeks before the wedding and live with him and his parents until the wedding day. As you can imagine, I’ve been stressing, the big move in on the 1st, the...
I just got a haircut.
Does anyone else think getting a haircut is a near orgasmic experience?