So, I'm going to be a married woman tomorrow.
It's a weird feeling. I'm nervous, but not really. I'm anxious, but not really. I'm hungry, but not really.
I guess you could say I'm discombobulated.
I'm not nervous about getting hitched. I truly love MB and there is not a doubt in my mind about that part of this whole thing.
I'm more nervous about the ceremony of it all. I'm really more of a sideline type of girl. Being front and center all day long makes me very sweaty. Like butterflies in my stomach, why aren't there any cupcakes in the house but I can't even eat cupcakes because my stomach is in knots kind of sweaty.
Which I fear will then turn into oh my god, who let the skunk into the reception hall kind of sweaty.
No? No one else is a sweathog? Seriously?
Whatever. Just own it, people.
Anywho, this is officially my last night as a single woman. So, what the hell am I doing? Obviously, I'm sitting in bed, wired as hell, blogging about my sweat problem.
Classy, I know.
It's going to be an awesome day tomorrow and I need to quiet all of the butterflies in my belly so I can get some rest. I have to be ready for the poufy dress and open bar.
This soon to be hitched woman is going to try and get some sleep.
Pray that I get through the big day without tripping on the dance floor or spilling lobster bisque down the front of my dress.