Now That I’m Less Than Two Months Away Your Gonna Get a Lot of Wedding Posts

Yesterday I thought I was going to develop am ulcer. Literally. I couldn’t even muster up the strength to attend Family Dinna and Jersey Shore at Matt and Emily’s last night.

To make a long, dramatic story short, my venue still hasn’t returned my emails/calls and I’ve found out that their on-site wedding coordinator has left to concentrate on her own wedding planning business. But, here’s the kicker: NO ONE let me know that. I happened to Google the gal’s name and found out she started her own business. What does a stressed out bride do now?

Sends in her DAD.

Since I have the world’s greatest DAD, I am pleased to say that we are getting the original wedding planner back to not only fulfill the contractual agreement of running our wedding day, but also our rehearsal! There’s also a sort of love triangle story mixed up in here but it’s safe to say that I don’t ever have to attempt to contact the venue owner again…cause Lori is gonna (hopefully) kick some butt.

As I am filling some friends in of this surprisingly pleasant outcome at lunch today, Emily interrupts me and shouts, “DON’T MOVE.” As she inches toward my head, I’m thinking there is a bee in my hair. No. Just my very first, extremely long, disgusting, TWO grey hairs. As she yanks them both out she says, “that’s the longest whitest grey hair I’ve seen on someone as young as you.” Great. My wedding is literally giving me grey hair.

I put them in my pocket to show Jim so he’ll feel bad for me.

UPDATE:

I showed Jim the grey hair. He didn't feel bad for me. He just thought it was gross that I kept my grey hairs in my coat pocket all day.