I think there's something wrong with me.
I was having a great night.
Dinner with mom,
the Rangers AND the Thunder won.
Like I said, great night.
And then BAM.
1. Came home to find my wedding hair piece destroyed. Thanks, Sawyer. See if I blog about you ever again. (Who am I kidding? I'll forgive him tomorrow morning when he comes in for his pre-work snuggles)
2. The hair piece destruction made me remember how uneasy I felt after my wedding hair trial run. I just don't like her ideas. She didn't get my vision. Homegirl wanted me to get a weave. No thanks.
3. After dwelling on that for a bit, I sat down and decided to test out my own hair abilities. Fail.
4. Crazy girl hormones took over and convinced me that I will look okay on my wedding day. Just okay. Bah- I want to be breathtaking. I'm not that girl usually. I don't cause a scene or turn heads. But for one day, just one freakin day, I want to be. Is that too much to ask?
*now look- I know that come June 11th, it'll all fall into place and that Tim will think I'm beautiful regardless of my hair, dress, acne, whatever. But right now- with the guy I love 4 hours away and my hair seemingly hopeless- it's hard to believe that.
Is it normal to just get tired of the details? The planning? I'm just ready to be married. The whole wedding/honeymoon is really getting me down for NO apparent reason. The tiniest thing causes tears. Honestly- what the heck is wrong with me?
Thanks, blogosphere, for being a place I can rant.