Miss Tricky Takes Over

So….. It turns out that I am not a “bride”. (I can tell how shocked you all are from here.) For about 3 or 4 days I decided to plan a wedding and pick colors and look at invites and all that stuff. People could come, pictures would be taken and food would be eaten. It all seemed like a lovely idea except for the crazy panic it was causing me. Thank goodness I have since come to my senses! I was having what can only be described as an allergic reaction to bridal-type activities. My stomach was churning; my head swimming and I couldn’t get any sleep worth having.

 And now, a mere 24 hours since Mr. President and I realized that what we really want to do is just be married to each other, I am 100 times less likely to throw up at random. We will be married, quietly and without fuss and are thinking of planning a bit of a tour of friend visits. In theory I understand the appeal of having a roomful of people around to share in our moment but I just can’t imagine anything better than a simple ceremony with my squeeze and my Spawn and a little romantic weekend in NYC to celebrate.

 I guess some of us girls just don’t have it in us.

I am a wedding planning goddess! Well, I am not sure it is going to be a “wedding” really, more of an intimate dinner with family and family-like friends where we happen to get married at the beginning. I’ve got invitations, locations, photographer, food and cake all set and I’ve only been at it for two days. (I think having a tiny little budget is freeing- so many fewer decisions to make!) Now we need an officiant, clothes and decorations and I’m done, right? Oh wait….. rings. Okay, still, I will get this little event planned and paid for with little to no stress and agony.

Now if I can only get over the crippling anxiety I feel whenever I think about people coming to stare at me while I take my vows…..