Or, you know, my profession. Well, sure, if it's in your water glass in high concentrations . . . but, it is actually found in nature.
Earlier post rescinded and immediately reissued. There's nothing hotter than a man who can run a GCMS. Headspace analysis FTW. VOCs, baby. Look at all those beautifully correct CASRNs. God, it's like I'm having a chemistry orgasm.
I envy Frebis for his laid back wedding. The fiances's parents wanted a formal ceremony and were willing to dish out for it so we just rolled with it. I always just assumed people who say planning a wedding (if you don't live in New England you can't comment) is a nightmare were stupid, good lord was I wrong. I'm about to murder both sets of parents and half my family, I feel like I'm corralling a bunch of whiny preschoolers. On the plus side the fiance is keeping her head level, the wedding party is super chill, the groomsmen are going skydiving with me* on Friday, getting a Professional shave with me on Saturday and all this shit will be over by Sunday. Oh, and I'm sure the actual wedding will be a blast, but the lead up has been horrible. *Well, I'll hopefully be on the same plane as them, I'm cleared to jump solo, but nowhere near qualified to have someone attached to me.
I took a muscle relaxer and a double dose of Adderall. My brain doesn't know if it should lapse into a coma or clean my house.
Despite who pays for it, you need to remind people of who's wedding it is, and they have no business having any say whatsoever. Let them know they're driving you batshit, and threaten to elope. See if that cools their jets. I have never lost my shit on my folks in my life the way I did in the months leading up to my wedding. Why? We didn't want little kids at the reception. My mom demanded they be invited. So, I gave her all four barrels and threatened to dump her in the worst rest home in the province once she's an invalid. I won in the end.
I agree, reminding them whose wedding it is will help a ton. And if it doesn't, fuck it. Elope. Do what makes YOU happy on the day YOU are promising to forever cherish the one you love.
Pretty sure I just got stabbed in the back by my best friend over business. Taking the high road keeps getting harder.
There are no friends in business. My friends are starting a brewery and are beginning to realize this. It seems like you can't trust anyone and are trying to cover your ass at every step.
Surprisingly the issue isn't really related to how the wedding should go, it's more been the parents' inability to communicate with each other and putting us in the middle of fucking everything (for example scheduling THEIR dinner less than a week before the wedding, this was my "fuck you, you figure it out" breaking point). Add that into part of my mom's family (of course none of them will say this to me, and no one will say who's bitching) who never leave their three town bubble bitching about having to drive a WHOLE HOUR AND A HALF!!! Fuck you, I have three groomsmen flying in from CA and the fiance's closest relatives are still too far to reasonably drive. Like I said though, it'll all be over soon, I'm happy with what we decided and so are the other people who actually matter, but of course people have to get their jabs in.
Yeah. Well. Motherfuckers want to use you to step up and get their start, they build relationships, they create, they work with you and for you, then they fucking move on to compete with you, and it's some kinda bullshit. It makes me sad, but at the same time I see what it is, and I'll just...fucking handle it.
Hey you could always be this woman: That's no photoshop. It's Barbie Thomas, an armless body builder. Shouldn't it be stumpy building?