So here's the latest drama filled pre-wedding moment. I tried my dress on the other day...this is where the 'Jaws' music comes in: Dunnn um dunn um dun um dunum dumun. Anyways, lately I've been feeling, well, big. Hahaha- I just laughed on my own poor usage of wording.

Let me rephrase that.

I have this major, oozing fear (yes, oozing) that after all the work that's been done to this poor dress, come August 21, it simply won't fit. I just picture myself forcing my wedding gown on the way I used to try and force Lego pieces together until I shook uncontrollably. But away from that digression.

It fits!

However, I still have this uncontrollable terror that it won't fit. Weird, I know. BUT I also feel the need to remind all of you, I have a greater fear of diets. (I shutter more thinking about that word then I do thinking about tanning, and that my friends, is saying a lot). So here I sit perplexed. Wait, no. I just got an idea. I just got a wonderful, awful idea! Why don't I just maintain the same weight?!

So maybe the Cherry Blasters and large pop at the movie this evening wasn't such a great idea...