F you, family!
I'm getting married in two days. I am remarkably calm. So much so that everyone else is stressing that I am so calm. And trying to get me to be a bridezilla, wtf?

My mom: Why aren't you stressed like those girl on bridezillas?
Me: Because I'm not one, and I have nothing to stress about. Everything is taken care of. What happens, happens.

My friend: You should be freaking out and being a bridezilla, it's your right!
Me: It's never anyone's right to act like a spoiled brat.

Dad: Are you nervous?
Me: Nope.
Dad: Why not? It's 2 days before your wedding. *I* am freaking out.

Anyone else getting this? Don't get me wrong, I got a lot going on. But I'm SO excited that the wedding is almost here, SO excited that everything we planned for is finally happening, and SO excited to see my friends and family.

That, and I'm on anti-depressants. WEE!

I leave you with a picture from the bachelorette party, of the best man trying to give me a hickey on my face.


(Yes, that is a Bachelorette sash and button I am wearing.  At least I wasn't like the poor bride-to-be at the club wearing a veil with plastic penises attached to it.)