These Are My Confessions...

In the words of Usher...these are my confessions…


I had written up this cutesy little post for today's weekly Wedding Sneak Peek series post, but about halfway through it, wanted to gauge my eyes out with my letter opener.

Sorry, that was graphic and violent and this is a nice little southern blog about skirts and sweet tea.

In fact ladies, I think I may have reached the point of wedding overload. Hearing the words like “rehearsal dinner” and “bustle” and “registry” have set my teeth on edge here lately. Basically, the thought that we still have three more weeks of this madness makes me want to crawl underneath my disaster area of a desk with a gallon of pinot noir and an entire cheesecake until sometimearound September 17th.

In other words, things are going swimmingly on the wedding planning front.

On top of all of this, we are working on a mammoth of a project at work and yesterday, Outlook kindly reminded me that the deadline is just one week to the day before our wedding.

Splendid.

These are not legitimate complaints. I realize there are earthquakes and hurricanes and famines going on in the world right now, but I’d honestly take a 5.9 on the Richter scale over this business.

All this brings me to today’s topic: Confessin’

I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours!
1. We’ll consider the rambling mess above my confession #1 – I’m sick of planning weddings, mainly just my own.

2. I couldn’t care less about those dadgum life planners that everyone on Twitter and Facebook and blogs keeps raving about. I didn’t buy one because I refuse to spend $50 on a spiral notebook. I think I’m going to go buy some random item, like a toaster with our monogram or a toilet plunger with damask print, and start raving about how it has changed my life, just as a sort of social experiment to see if it starts a trend. But then again, I’m not really that cool, so I’d probably just look like nutjob who loves her household appliances just a leeettle too much.

3. I was so tired on Tuesday night, that I went to bed without taking my make-up off, woke up the next morning and wore the same make-up to work. I did take a shower, but didn’t have enough time to wash my face and reapply. Plus, I figured that day old makeup was better than no make-up, at least where my natural beauty was concerned.

4. I haven't cooked a meal since....well, I can't remember when. We (S and I) used to cook up a storm during the week, but lately, it's all Chick-Fil-A and Subway. Hey, at least we're eating diet fast food. Right...right??

5. I may or may not have considered picking up a teeny weeny baby Razorback cheerleading outfit when we were at Cracker Barrel last week. (Yes, we eat dinner at Cracker Barrel...just call us Mamaw and Papaw.) Let the record stand - I'm not with child. But aren't things just so darn precious when they're in miniature size?

6. And speaking of Cracker Barrel...I can never get past four pegs with that stupid game they keep on their tables. I believe this means I am an "IG-NOR-A-MOOSE" or something to that effect. Yet, I keep on trying...one day, y'all.

7. My breakfast yesterday was a tall vanilla latte and three Junior Mints. Breakfast of champs, I tell you

Now it's your turn...let's hear those confessions!

Be blessed, lovelies-