Stuck

I'm feeling it...stress. Or to be more specific, wedding stress. See, this is what happens when you are neither crafty nor creative. When forced to be such; anxiety, heightened body temperature, tightening of the stomach, and sleepless nights are sure to settle in. What is worse than said stress, you ask? An equal inability to ask for help. Enter: amazing family members. My Aunt Angela, who is quite possibly the most cool and calm woman I've ever met, is willing to let me spew out all my random decorating ideas to her, in hopes of putting our heads together and coming up with a plan. My amazz-za-zing cousin, Kris, has listened to my rantings of creative ineptness and has assured me that she will do all she can to make sure all will go smoothly, despite my anal-retentiveness. My Uncle Jeff has agreed to do our ring ceremony, and i'll be honest, just knowing he'll be there lowers my blood pressure significantly.

Moral: Though clearly spastic, I am a blessed woman.



Excuse me while I go practice not stressing.