I don't know if it's the mad bride syndrome or I am just totally whacked about the wedding.
I have 53 days to go. Yup, 53. If it reaches the 30's I would probably be running around like a chicken whose head has just been cut off.
My list is endless. And when I say endless, I mean, a solution to one problem will, more often than not, bring up another problem. Sure, the basics are in place already, but the specifics that would make the wedding special has a long way to go. And I thourgh I was organized. R has told me several times that I have accomplished much more than what would be expected. Let's just say optimism is not my strong suit.
I pray that I reach a point when I just let everything go and let them work out by themselves.
DA GANDA blogged @ 3/28/2004 09:33:00 PM