He's Not Worth The New Dress

Shampoo, please.

It's the beginning of Week Two planning a wedding. I can't seem to get a consensus of ideas, but at least I have a year to do this since a date has finally been set (mostly because I pushed at it). Gena and Tom are at a wine and food tasting now, but credit will not be given to me on that. They're so cute!

I promise not to take myself to seriously.

The money crunch sucks. This coming weekend I was suppose to go on a road trip to Biloxi, but that's not happening. On a happy note, picking up my sister in San Antonio might be fun, especially since the Boy will be there. There is this deep sense of fear and what not at the pit of my stomach for some odd reason, and driving 15 hours by myself is not something to look forward to.

Is that what you tell all the girls?

Juice sounds good right about now. I'm out.