…Gang aft agley.
Annnnd the whole duplex thing fell through because my brother has decided that he wants to continue living with the folks.
Sigh. So much for the hoping.

Also, that phrase is way better in Scots.

11 Days and Counting
Oh Lord. I have 11 days before D-Day and the civil war that is going on between the north butterflies and the south butterflies in my stomach has reached Irish proportions.

To-Do List:

• Get hair colored
• Arrange decorations
• Get Marriage License
• Get credit card
• Figure out favors
• Repaint cake topper hair (Dan looks great, but the color I picked for my hair is still very brunette. I am not a brunette. At least, not as of right now. Tomorrow? Who knows.)
• Make sure the bridesmaids dresses don’t look hideous
• Call church to make sure I have a backup in case it rains (I’ve been telling people I already did this. I haven’t. I suck.)
• Find tables
• Vows
• Wedding Day schedule
• Pray that my feet won’t fall off
• Pray it doesn’t rain (it looks questionable)
• Bachelorette party
• Wonder why Bachelorette isn’t a word recognized by most spell checkers.
• Read up to find out what the heck is supposed to happen in the next 11 days so I can tell other people, who apparently have no desire to do it themselves.
• Not kill Dan/drive him insane with my incessant sobbing

It’s a very stressful month. I’m pretty sure that honeymoons were invented so brides don’t go on a violent, post-wedding rampage at the office. Hurrah wedding stress/PMS anxiety! I feel awesome!

*dry heave*