I promise I won’t do a daily count down of the wedding until we’re at least 10 days out, and even that may not happen.

In 25 days I will be married to the most wonderful man, and I can’t wait. The plans are still going pretty smoothly despite a snaffu with my dress and my first emotional breakdown over absurd details that I really don’t care about. But 3 hours of sitting in a chair to get your hair done so you can make sure it looks good on the ACTUAL day you get your hair done could push anyone over the edge. OK, maybe that’s just me. I apologize to my friends who had to endure my frustration overload on Sunday. Thanks for being an empathetic ear and for still loving me in spite of it.

Last night I watched an episode of Bridezilla’s I DVR’d and was litterally giggling with glee at the prospect of watching women go nutso over their wedding. After watching, though, no wonder these women lose it. Who on earth has 15 attendants on each side, plus 5 junior bridesmaids, 2 junior groomsmen, 3 flower girls, and 2 ring bearers?!?! Only someone who’s asking to go crazy, I tell you. The logistics of coordinating that many people alone makes me have a panic attack, not to mention the fact they are spending $60,000 on their wedding. Holy Freaking Crap.

Luckily Otis and I have managed to keep our wedding slightly more sensible than that, which is the only thing that has kept me sane this long. Honestly, it really hasn’t been that bad and I’m amazed at how relatively stress free this whole process has been. At least considering how bad it could be. I better go knock on some wood before karma decides to turn the tables on me.