Wedding planning has reached an almost-tolerable point...
THE Dress? Purchased.
Tuxes? Done.
Save the Dates? Sent.
Honeymoon? Booked.

A lot of the tedious details have been worked out as well. I actually chose table linens. That's right, what was once was feared has now been defeated.

But don't ask me about the bridesmaid dresses. Please. I do not want to think about the bridesmaid dresses. I have nightmares about the godforsaken bridesmaid dresses. Typing "bridesmaid dresses" three times (now four) has raised my blood pressure significantly. No, I cannot explain it. Perhaps this is because I'm afraid I'll force three of my favorite people into hating me. Turquoise satin = hatred? Strong possibility.

Hoping to get that done and over with this weekend. Then I think I can take a break...maybe?

Almost done with  my job, which means almost time to go to Wyoming with my Pretty. Then some blissful time of nothing-ness and back to school for me/us.


Really, really looking forward to the nothing-ness. I want to be bored. I want to go a full five days straight without serious thoughts of mass murder. It's my dream.