The Wedding is only 24 days away, and as much as I'd like to lie and say I've got it all done I can't. I'd go to hell. I have to tell the truth: We're not ready. Since I'm the one planning, buying, decorating, cooking, even. I'm the one dripping slowly to that point where something pops in your brain and you spend the rest of your days in the corner with drool streaming down your chin and babbling aimlessly to the dust bunnies that you are the one true Christ.

I love pressure.