- My cat stomping on my face, and if it's a good night, there will be some drool involved
- Chet, knocking me out of bed
- Dougs' toilet flushing
- Diesel trucks starting way too early in the morning
- Realizing that my shoes, my perfect, perfect shoes don't match my dress.
I then went on to realize that if I have this beautiful chocolate brown lace, it won't match the black that I've asked my bridal brigade and grooms men (and groom) to wear. And, on top of that, if the shoes don't match, what kind of shoes will I find to wear?!
Okay, not even kidding, I have had some serious stuff go wrong in this wedding planning, none of which I have written in this blog, so keep that in mind.
But, I am freaking out over lace? Over lace?! Are you kidding me? Well, yes, I am. I don't know why, but this is what my brain has decided to be stuck on. The fact that I am wearing brown lace, which doesn't go with black or my shoes... (Again, I have no idea...)
So, we're going back to the store today, I believe, to purchase black lace and take back the brown.
I feel so special. No, really, I do.