I had my first dress fitting on Saturday morning. Here's how it went:
Oh God, I'm a bride.
The wedding is three months away.
The wedding is less than three months away.
The wedding is twelve weeks away. Eleven and a half.
I'll be married before we spring ahead.
The ulcer medication gets sucked down a little quicker these days. There's a little more urgency everywhere. I'm driving faster. Staying up later. Going out more. Cuddling harder. Writing longer. Working less, but screwing off more. My pupils are dilated and my concentration is diluted. If you have something to tell me, tell me in small, discrete pieces or I promise to ignore you. I'm self-involved in a whole new way. My shoulders are up somewhere around my earlobes.
We'll be married before the next Star Wars movie comes out.
An actual, living person just told me that this bra doesn't hold my boobs high enough.
There is stuff to do, pending stuff, important stuff. Just give me another goddamn bra already!
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