Sunday, January 30, 2011

Do Over

Last night I had my first wedding nightmare. And it was a doozie.


Taylor and I got married at the top of a cement stairwell.

In pitch black

By the wrong minister (it was a woman instead of Taylor's uncle.)

I wasn't certain that the photographer was even there. I did see a flash a few times, though.

I attempted to write my own vows, but couldn't read my handwriting so I made them up on the spot. (And they sucked.)

It was just awful. I know there is zero chance any of this will actually happen, but just seeing it in my dream made me mad!

Why can't brides dream about a fabulous honeymoon, instead?



1 comment:

Terra said...

I had wedding nightmares too!! I think it's universal ...try not to freak out, haha