I should be in full-on freak-out mode, but I think my brain has temporarily shut down. Short and sweet, I may not be graduating in the spring. If I don't graduate, the wedding may be put on hold. If my wedding is put on hold, I may curl up on your floor and cry. Not only did I find the dress this weekend, my aunt offered to let me use her absolutely gorgeous veil, the deposit for the chapel has been paid, and I'm dropping off the check for the reception site this evening. Everything finally comes together, only to have one absolutely important stitch fall of the hook. So how do I react to this, you ask? I went and got some Mickey D's and wrote a blog about it. Very productive.
The title is from Frou Frou's "Let Go."
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