Happy New Year!
Where do I begin? Wedding planning sucks. How’s that? I think I need Ambien to help me sleep because falling asleep at night has been overcome by visions of bridal veils and wedding cakes. Even after I do fall asleep I’m awoken by night terrors in the form of budgets and guests lists.
I bought one bridal magazine that was pretty and all, but it makes a better coaster than anything else.
I have a wedding planning book that my mom graciously gave me as Christmas gift. I’ve thumbed through it a million times, but it makes me dizzy every time.
My sister and I have planned a dozen different hypothetical weddings, one wedding to take place at a swanky hotel in Palm Springs. Another in an old barn closer to home; and a different one in Sin City. I’ve been voting for Las Vegas all along.
Guess what I just learned. There is a committee out there with ideas about how my wedding should go. The LGKARM “Lets Get Kat Daddy and Rizzle Married” committee. What? Huh? Isn’t this my wedding?
Accepting positive vibes and supportive remarks now until the wedding is over. Thanks.
Rizzle
