I have always had a strong need for approval from others. I can't help myself. I like to be liked. With that little issue, that means that with every detail of our wedding, I feel the need to get at least 2 or 30 opinions from people. I expect any day to find that my door leading to my co-workers has been locked from their side. Friends will soon block my phone number, email address and facebook. Yeah, it's getting that bad. The funny thing is, I never thought I'd be THAT bride. Oh, God does have a sense of humor doesn't He? Never say what you won't do.
I do hate to start irritating people so I think I'm going to start throwing my ideas and questions out on here. It will also be good to have something to look back on when Randy finally puts me away in the nuthouse. There will be no question why when I look on here and see how obsessed I was over the decision of whether to stick to classic black and white for everything or to throw some of my signature pink in there. You can also go along for the ride of making my own bouquet with a friend of mine who says we can make it cheaper than the bargain price of $600 that I found it for online. Who wants to tackle the decision of to wear a veil or not? I have no idea. I'll try to spare you for a week or two on the process of finding shoes. I seriously think I'm obsessing over the shoes more than I did on the dress if that's even possible at all.
Yes, I need to be medicated. Aren't you glad I'm marrying someone with a degree in counseling? Me too. I'm sure he would appreciate you sending prayers up now on his behalf. :)
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