I knew I wouldn't be a bridezilla. At least I hoped I wouldn't be. I'm just not the sort to get worked up over stuff and when you add in my Zoloft prescription...yeah, I really don't care. I figured I'd look at the wedding like I do most other things; I have my preferences, but if it doesn't work out EXACTLY the way I want, no biggie.
Turns out, I'm not like that at all. Turns out I just don't care. Take tonight for example. I looked at the calendar this morning and realized that if we want to get our save the date cards out before Christmas, we better get cracking. It's only 5 weeks away! So I made a list of things that needed to happen in order for that the happen. I was all set to work on getting this done tonight. I txted Josh and warned him that this evening we would be working on wedding "stuff" and to just be prepared when he got home. I totally blame him for what happened next.
Josh came home with a pizza and oatmeal fudge stripe cookies and the next thing I knew we'd watched 4 episodes of the Vampire Diaries, I'd talked to my sister on the phone, we'd eaten most of the pizza and half the box of cookies and I just didn't give a darn about finishing that to-do list because I was curled up on the couch with Josh and going to get the lap top just didn't seem like any fun.
On the other hand, I've been having nightmares about wardrobe malfunctions on our wedding day, usually involving my hair.