Ick.

Dear Stomach Flu,

I don't like you. Not even a little bit.

I haven't thrown up since I was 12. And not only did you break my record, but it happened to be during my first pre-marital counseling class at church on Wednesday. I had to leave class and then make Taylor take me home. I'm sure all those other couples thought I just got nervous or something!

And now I missed two days of work and a dear friend's bachelorette party/personal shower extravaganza. So I'm sad.

...but I did lose three pounds. And I'll take those, but surely I can't keep this flu thing up just to lose weight until August. That just wouldn't be wise.

"Things"

My dear fiance has been such a peach during this whole wedding planning extravaganza. With this being his first (and only ever) wedding, and not being on the female persuasion, there are certain "things" he doesn't know fall into the process.

Here's an example of his incomprehension:

Me: "I think my dad is going to buy a new suit for the wedding."

Taylor's Mom: "Yeah, I think you're dad might get a new one, also."

Taylor: "Is that a thing?"

Me: "I bought a new dress today that I can wear to my bridal showers."

Taylor: "Is that a thing?"

Me: "I can't wait to register for a Kitchen Aid stand mixer. I hope I get one!"

Taylor: "Is that a thing?"

Taylor seems to be learning such new things everyday. At this point I could probably tell him ANYthing is a thing and he probably wouldn't ask twice and just do it.

Hmm...this might work to my advantage.

Discontinued

You know that bridesmaid dress I just blogged about? The one I spent days looking for? Well, it looks like I'm going to be looking a little longer....

I knew they were running out of sizes, but chose to believe it would all work out (After a warning call from a bridesmaid last weekend). Tuesday night I got a phone call from my Maid of Honor saying they didn't have her size in the dress.... we (Her wonderful mother and I) called and tried to see if maybe they were on backorder, etc. But no. Discontinued.

Only a few dresses left in that color, and my ever-so-pleasing bridesmaids were scheduled to have some rib bones removed, but I decided all that wasn't worth the effort just to fit into a dress....

Darn it.

So now, the maids and I are off to shop for new dresses on Sunday. I hope we find one that can compare, if that's even possible. And Melissa will be in town for it, yay!

In the words on Mama Karen (MOH's mother), "It just wasn't meant to be."

Que Sera, Sera.