Hey Diary!

The hits just keep on comin’, and I’m not talking Top 40! Honey sat me down for another chat.  Much to my dismay, it’s time for yet another phase of wedding planning? Didn’t we just do this?! My computer could really use a ”groan” button right now to adequately nail my feelings. Then again, that’s why I have you, isn’t it?

Let’s rant!

Before I launch into my latest tirade, let me just say that I’m making great strides in the catering department. Okay, “great” might be a slight exaggeration. Since our last chat, I’ve narrowed my choices down to two, and have set up meetings with each. We will discuss further menu options, and determine who really wants me. It doesn’t look like I’ll be able to keep the price between $3-$5 a plate, as was originally my plan, though. Guess Honey will also win that bet!

She's since outlawed any more talk of "redneck" themes, too. At this point I'm thinking even the honeymoon is going to be work.

Okay. So people know my wedding is really happening. We're going to feed them. NOW, apparently it's important to look good for them, as well. Geez! Will the madness never end?!

I've just been informed that over the last three years that our love has expanded...so have our waistlines. We're going to diet now (groan button).

Breakfast will now consist of a small bowl of cereal - the kind that has no colorful cartoon characters on the box. Lunch will be an apple and a sandwich on lowfat bread with lowfat mayo and lowfat cheese with lowfat flavor. Yum! On an upside, I get all the almonds I want. Yummier! I'll take two, please. :( Dinner is the one meal we've decided we can take small liberties with. However, those liberties will be measured, formulated, and presented in such a way that I will probably just eat more almonds, instead.                                                                                                                                                                                                         

Can you hear me now?! Is the planning way out of control, or is it just me?! Be honest, diary, I can handle it - or maybe I can't. Maybe I'm not suited for this (I plan to look stunning in my tux, by the way). I'm not talking about marriage. I know I'm going to be awesome at that. What if I'm not (groan,groan, groan) wedding material? I can't remember the last time I had night sweats. What if the next stage proves to be the straw...? What if she sneaks a peek at you, confirms my anxiety, and decides I'm not the one? I have got to get a handle on this. 
So, there might be a couple of things swirling around with the intensity of a Category 4 in my head. I'm in uncharted territory, here. The one thing that I'm certain of is that in the end, it's going to be beautiful. As much as I complain, I know without exception, that I've found my soul mate, and the best "gir rul"  in the whole wide world. This marriage will rock, and I can't wait for us to get started on this magical adventure together...

...if I can get through the #&%^&! wedding planning!

Talk to you soon.

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