Start the countdown.
We’re ONE FREAKING MONTH out from the wedding.
My to-do list is slowly shrinking, but it’s still obnoxiously long. One of the big-ticket items on there is Brian’s CA–>OH flight – I should probably try not to forget about that one.
Picking up my dress tonight. I’m nervous and hoping I don’t hear anything like,
“What, you actually wanted to sit down/eat/breath/move/talk while wearing this thing? Oh… too bad!”
Seriously, if I have to go on some crash diet to zip up my sausage encasing things are gonna get ugly.
Off to be productive. Oh and write the FINAL Vegas recap. Collective sad face, all together now…