Most people have lots of variables thrown in to make their stressful wedding plans just a little bit more stressful. You know. Moms. Grandmas. Mother and Father-in-laws. Entire families…*cough*

Yeah, well, I have an extra one, also known as my shrink. However, the difference between normal variables with “good advice” and my shrink is that he actually LISTENS to my problems and tells me the wisest, best option to take. Not that I listen very well.

For example, I’m poor. I say to the doctor, “Doc, I’m poor and stressed cause we can’t possibly afford this wedding!” So he scratches his peppered beard, these facts whirring around his his great melon, and he says, “Rescheduling the wedding till next year so you can afford everything will be your best option.”
And I shoot him a that look that says, “Oh no you dih-nt!” 
And the wedding goes on.

And now, Dan’s bought himself a Nintendo DS. The doctor’s first reply was along the lines of, “Tell him to take it back so you can afford marriage/ADD/All the other therapy you two screwed up kids need before you get hitched!” But I’m a sap and a pushover. I think of how long Dan’s wanted that stupid gameboy, how he sacrificed all his Christmas money for our groceries, how it’s HIS birthday money, and I know I’ll never be able to tell him to return it. Of course, I agree with the doctor in this case. It was a dumb idea to get a DS when we have future bills to pay, but it was sacrifice Dan had to make himself, and he didn’t, so it’s beyond my control. It was his money, after all.

I guess the hardest part is that I keep having to tell Dan all these exciting things via the doctor, and it just doesn’t make Dan happy, which doesn’t make things easier. I just want to design invitations and pick out floral arrangements like normal brides-to-be, yanno? All the head shrinking just makes me want to elope, and Dan would love to, except there are still those OTHER variables to contend with…