I don’t think it’s possible to get through wedding planning without having at least 1 fit of spread-too-thin hysteria. As I use to say when knee-deep in champagne splits and bloody mary’s while bartending Sunday brunch: I’m in the weeds. Seriously.
The J-O-B, the other J-O-B, the hunting of RSVP’s and the uncompleted craft list haunt me BUT I’m dreaming of that seemingly long walk towards my future husband and the 5 nights of blissful peace that will be our honeymoon.
Wedding planning is a massive pain in the ass but I can’t imagine doing it with/for any other person in the world.
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