Oh sweet Jebus! I am never getting married again; well I better not–right! Everyone keeps asking me ” Are you nervous? Getting some cold feet? ‘Sure you going to be able to go through with it?”

No.

I, we, are so incredibly stressed trying to get everything ready. Calling this vendor and that vendor. Writing a check for this, talking to this guy about the music, so-and-so are coming–wait no they aren’t! but the rsvped. Is the Minister paid-up yet?

And to top it off I got a call from the passport courier that we had to use (we lagged on getting ours, so we had to expidite) who said that Amanda’s was all set to go; my passport on the other hand was on hold beacause “I am wanted by the Federal Government because I may or may not be a terrorist.” Or someone with a similar name to mine might be…..my dad? Perhaps….. This has got to be one of the craziest times in a person’s life.

I would not trade it in for any other time of my life though. Sure you invite everybody that you hope would show up to your own funeral, but it is a little more fun and you’re family doesn’t get stuck with a bunch of casaroles that they wouldn’t eat anyway.

This is going to be a great wedding…..as soon as we get there.