Just using this little nugget of redonkulousness Gracie sent me as an excuse to check in and say hey to my peeps in blog land.
Not much to report other than the fact it's fifteen days until the wedding and I am in DIY hell. At some point when I began planning this wedding I decided that my time is worth absolutely nothing and that mental health, a loving relationship with my intended, and sleep fall into the category of "nice to haves," while jordan almonds encased in tissue paper peonies are critical to the success of the wedding. You may now check me into a psychiatric hospital.
Though things seems to be running smoothly (notwithstanding a constant stream of swearing, complaints and general crabbiness), we've had two set-backs in wedding land this week. It turns out that Fauxhawk's daddy isn't well enough to come to the wedding, which is sad and disappointing, but not entirely surprising since he's been struggling since January. The Hawk is taking it all in admirably, while I am huffy that Faux's dad can't see my EFFING PEONY FAVORS in action. ME ME ME ME ME. Meanwhile, I am grappling with the news that the drummer of our band is not in fact the sex addict who was featured on Dr. Drew and the Today Show. This came as a huge blow as I had my heart set on at least one couple getting caught in a highly compromising situation by the waitstaff.