I'm sorry, I've got nothin'. Because I just can't think.
Every time I try to think, like, about stuff I actually have to do with my job, for example, the phone rings. Or I get an email. About wedding things.
As it's the month of our nuptials, I want to focus on nice things. And write a post on how we met and how great Nick is and nice ooey gooey stuff like that.
But the truth is, I'm 37 kinds of completely wound up.
There are too many questions and deadlines and decisions. Questions! How many? What kind? Who? Where? And! What else are we going to have for dessert now that there's just not room for a chocolate fountain at the rehearsal dinner?
Questions!? To be answered!
Stressed! So not fun lately! I mean, me.
My patience is so thin it's transparent. And sometimes, it's like I'm looking down at myself while I'm talking. And I want to reach out and cover my other me's mouth and be all, "Stop it!" And I just can't.
On the up-side, I'm nipping out in five minutes for my practice wedding hair appointment.