T minus practically 4 days

I have always been an easily stressed out person.  Maybe it's better to say an easily overwhelmed person.  I will literally freak out if too many things are pushing my buttons at one time.  It's not healthy, it's not a good way to live, and I'm trying to change.

Surprisingly with this wedding [that is this Saturday--say what] I have been LL. Cool K.  as in soooo go with the flow.  Like with getting my wedding dress, engagement ring and veil all on Ebay... mind you with no clue what any of the three would look like in person.  Having three flower girls, not caring if one of them absolutely.freaks.out.  not caring if they wear pants or a dress.  Playing a kick butt-non-traditional-song on the way back from the isle.  Not getting a pre-fitting of my hair do.

I'm learning.  Learning that when you realize the little things don't really always matter--brings you to a point where you are able to enjoy them.  If I don't have sky-high expectations then I can only be pleased instead of let down.  If one of my flower girls is screaming and crying her way down the isle--so be it, everyone will think it is cute and will never forget that part of my wedding.

I can honestly say that I haven't been stressed about the wedding.   STRIKE THAT. I'm really stressed tonight =/ I don't want to talk anything wedding. I don't want to think about anything. blah--- I want to be left alone!

My wedding dress is in my hands FINALLY.  It had been at the tailors for exactly 2 months, and man oh man what a rocky freaking road that was.  He called himself a professional, and I honestly believe he is one.  But.....

Every single time I would call him he would say "Oh hello Miss. Grove.  Yes, I am actually working on your dress right now."    Oh really buddy?  How convenient that everytime I call you are working on my dress.... but its been almost 2 months and you still aren't done with it.   It was like pulling teeth to get him to give me a price guestimate.  I picked up the dress Tuesday night as in exactly a week and four days before the big day.  And I probably wouldn't even have had it then if we wouldn't have fibbed and said I was getting 'wedding pictures' done and needed it pronto.

The man cut the front of my dress too short (w.t.h.) so I wouldn't "trip" on it.... Okay dude.... totally look too tall for my dress now! =/ and then he didn't bustle the back right so instead a ton of dress was still on the floor.  So.... people would be stepping on my dress when I'm dancing--- zero logic.

I took the dress back in on Friday as in a week and a day before the big day, to have him fix the bussle.  Oh, and he didn't adjust the side of my dress meaning it didn't fit me in the hips.  It still looked like a bigger person's dress in the hips ('member how I said I could gain 30 lbs and still have the thing fall off of me??)

I picked up the dress today.  Fits my reallllllll nice (picture me saying that sentence.)  My grams has to fix the front, ya know... where my feet poke out since he cut it short.  Let me just add that when I'm walking down the isle you will have no idea that the dress is too short... other than me telling you on here. 

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I filled out the stuff for our marriage license today and am picking it up on Thursday!  This is so real.

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I want to end this saying, I have never been so spoiled in my whole entire life.

Have a nice day.