Bridezilla

On New Years Eve, the beau and I set the date for our wedding as a really long freakin' time from now. This decision was wholly mutual and I'm happy (though not at all surprised) that we agreed to wait. Amenable and sensible boyfriends make the best boyfriends.

Ever the perfectionist, I started a very organized and specific list of the things I want to taste/see/hear on that blessed day so that I don't forget between now and a long freakin' time from now. Some of the finer details are as follows: "Vests (vs. cummerbunds)," "Slide show – Sean (pt.1) Sarah (pt.2) couple (pt.3)," and "Riesling – Messina Hof (open bar)."

If one thing that I've posted on this blog could represent my secret life as an overreacting, stressed out, micromanaging control-freak, this would be it. (Oops, I just gave it away.) I'd love to be able to say that I'll just try to roll with the punches during the months leading up to that joyous occasion, but I don't know anyone who deals Valium. Thankfully, my dear, sweet Sean with the blind affection and the saintly-patience is already aware of what he's getting himself into and well, I suppose he thinks I'm worth it. Or maybe he just wants rights to the cat.