Ever see the days when We "Goes Bridal," and plays only wedding shows all damn day long? Yeah. I fear my blog is heading that way, and quite frankly you all are not nearly as interested in my wedding as I am. So I am in the process of setting up a separate blog for the wedding crap that way you can choose whether or not to be bored to death about my wedding for the next fifteen months. Until then, I found my wedding dress!
Nope. That isn't it. It is just the one my sister made me try on. Poofy. With flower appliques. I think there might have be a whole village lost underneath that poofball skirt. Mine is completely different, but I will give you no details. The hardest part is not telling Kenny. He is the one I want to approve of it. AND. I. CAN'T. TELL. HIM. ANYTHING. ABOUT. IT. It is driving me insane. He told me he has no sympathy, as he had to ring shop for months by himself. Point taken.