okay, she'll cuss too much. okay, do they even know each other? okay, who is that, anyway? okay, FUCK.
forget saving money.
forget picking out a dress.
forget pre-wedding weight loss.
forget talking to priests about "how comfortably you are sexually."
forget stressing out about the engagement ring insurance you never did get around to getting.
forget picking ceremony readings that don't involve women obeying and men cherishing.
forget the negative 50 vacation hours you'll have after the honeymoon.
forget dancing in front of 225 people and not tripping.
forget that "forsaking all others" business.

the hardest part to date of this whole wedding fiasco is putting together a seating chart. holy goodness.