Going to the Chapel

The countdown has begun! I'll be walking down the aisle as a bride this Saturday.

Actually, I'll probably be hobbling down the aisle; I dropped a heavy weight on my foot last night and now have a big, purple toe. I'm not sure I'll be able to walk in my lovely bride shoes. No worries; I'll go barefoot if I have too. Nobody is going to notice me anyway because I've got the CUTEST bridal party ever in history and they are going to totally steal the attention away from me. That's what I get for insisting six little boys wear kilts.

So for the next few days I get to be bridezilla. Amazing what people let me get away with because I'm getting married. My sister has also suggested I sequester myself away so I don't do any more damage to myself before Saturday. She's probably begin smart, but I'm going to ignore her.

Wish me luck. When I check back in, I'll be living in a new life category.