surlyclown

So, the past week has been chockful of insomnia and wedding plans. As if impending unemployment isn't enough to keep me awake, it turns out, no matter how much you want to make a wedding as simple and easy as possible, everyone involved--including me--is going to go off the rails at some point and kick up a ruckus...and once that ruckus subsides...the next person in line will kick up a ruckus...and so on and so on and so on.

But dammit, if I have to open a can of (respectful) whup-ass on everyone involved, then that's what I'm going to do. This will be a wonderful, lovely and stress-free wedding... even if it grinds me into a fine powder. I am the fucking belt sander of love...