Fuck you, Internet.
So I found out today that the JP court I planned to marry in is NOT open on the day I want to get married (August 24th...a Saturday).
So. I mentioned that on Facebook, and apparently I have the following tools at my disposal:
One (1) FB friend who is willing to be my "wedding planner" for FREE
One (1) FB friend who is willing to do my hair and makeup for FREE
Two (2) FB friends who are Universal Life Church certified to officiate weddings in Harris County
One (1) FB friend who has her own design/printing contacts
One (1) FB friend who is a bartender for a living
One (1) FB friend who is a bassist in a local blues band
...So...this may happen. I never wanted a big wedding, but I can't imagine anything better than being surrounded by people who care about me (family not invited...lol) on one of the happiest days I can think of.
I have been engaged three times now. This is the last one I ever want, and I have some strong feelings that it is the Right Choice. I don't pray for reassurance or things like that, but I listen to my (relatively sizeable) gut. He still loves me, and I'm running with it.
So why am I so scared of buying a stupid dress??
So. I mentioned that on Facebook, and apparently I have the following tools at my disposal:
One (1) FB friend who is willing to be my "wedding planner" for FREE
One (1) FB friend who is willing to do my hair and makeup for FREE
Two (2) FB friends who are Universal Life Church certified to officiate weddings in Harris County
One (1) FB friend who has her own design/printing contacts
One (1) FB friend who is a bartender for a living
One (1) FB friend who is a bassist in a local blues band
...So...this may happen. I never wanted a big wedding, but I can't imagine anything better than being surrounded by people who care about me (family not invited...lol) on one of the happiest days I can think of.
I have been engaged three times now. This is the last one I ever want, and I have some strong feelings that it is the Right Choice. I don't pray for reassurance or things like that, but I listen to my (relatively sizeable) gut. He still loves me, and I'm running with it.
So why am I so scared of buying a stupid dress??