Next time, we elope.

I think I am starting to understand the concept of BRIDEZILLA. I have sworn to myself that I WILL NOT be one of those brides. That I WILL NOT go a psycho on the people that matter most. But I at times want to beat the crap out of a certain person for not getting my way.
Ok, I have pretty much planned everything, with help from my parents and friends and from my other half, but his refusal to wear a tux is driving me batty. I don't care if he doesn't want to wear a vest...he is gonna wear a damn tux!
Ok, that made me feel a bit better. I mean it is OUR day. Ok it’s mostly my day but he doesn't need to know that.

I think I might have to start drinking…