WHAT Next? Seriously.

Ok, so here we are 3 days out from departing to the wedding weekend of a lifetime and I am SICK! Let me recap our last few weeks for ya. Easter weekend: Snake gets some stomach thing. I will leave it at that for all my readers. Then, I get that crazy herniated disk in my back and consequently spend a week on my back and developing a minor addiction to pain pills. Ok, we both recover. We are doing GREAT! Yes! Our wedding is in a WEEK! Woo-HOO! Then, PrincessP gets SICK. GOD DAMNIT. $%^&*()(*&^%$^&*())(##$%^ (that means BAD). Yes, I have a some sort of cold, chest thing and I sound like crap. For reals. I mean I know stress can make you sick and shit, but DAMN not the week of my wedding. Nothing says I love you like my earth-shaking, hacking cough and lack of voice. Whatev!

So, yes, we leave for the wedding in 3 days! I can't wait to blow this Popsicle stand. Unfortunately, "The Soulless Man" (formally known as "The Man") refuses to let me leave a moment before the closing time and I will be more than likely arriving to the beach with Snake and Big E (Maid of Honor) at about dawn on Thursday. I keed, I keed, but it will be late. Honestly, I am concerned that we might have to have Big E ride on the top of the car all the way down. We have SO much crap we are taking! Its a good thing she is so small. Get it, Big E, and she is small. Its called irony, kids and I am a fan.

I guess I just need to focus on all the good coming my way. 3 days at the beach with everyone that matters to me! I am marrying my Snake who will make me happy forever and run me bubble baths. I have a series of fabulous dresses for the weekends events culminating with the Big One! There will be lots of champagne. So, all in all, over packing and phlegm aside, I am about as happy as a PrincessP could be!