Tomorrow, we enter the teens. As in, we’re getting married in nineTEEN days. Not a nice safe number like twenty any more, oh no. NINETEEN. Wow.

And we don’t have any music, I still don’t have the proper dress upholstery in my possession, and what else. Oh yes, seating charts. Right.

But I do have my hairdo decided, which looks fabulous, and I’m feeling better about the dress. Plus I got ahold of my matron of honor, at last, and my bachelorette party fast approaches.

Is it over yet??? Oh wait, sorry that’s the wrong attitude. I mean, “Yaaay, I’m getting married in nineteen days!” Holy Christ.

Now where’s the tranquilizer gun…!