The wedding is a little over a month away and I’m having a freakout. I wish I could take a mental health day, sit in a luxurious spa, and read trashy magazines. I have 28 days vacation and I can’t take any time off for at least a week. Too much going on in the office.
Someone broke into my crappy car and stole our GPS—probably the only thing of value in the car. What’s surprising is they took pertinent forms—proof of insurance, registration, triple A card—from the glove compartment. What do they plan on doing with that stuff? Thank God they left the Bed, Bath & Beyond coupons!
The guy I had thought was going to do our ceremony music doesn’t seem to want the business because he doesn’t return my calls or emails. Wow, way to run a business! I’d love to simply not return my phone calls and emails. Awesome!
Along those same lines, people also don’t want to send in their RSVPs. Die-die!
Anyone notice that the stock market has tanked, dragging my personal wealth down with it. Good-bye, open bar!
At least the weather is lovely!