So you are getting married! Now what?!

In case you don't already know (in which case what are you doing reading this blog? stalker.) G asked me to marry him last Monday. In the Cinderella Castle at Disneyland. Along with a beautiful diamond ring he also bought me mickey shaped ice cream to sweeten the deal. Proving once again that he is the perfect mate.

All of that being said, I think it is slowly hitting me what it is exactly I have gotten myself into. That isn't to say that I don't relish the idea of spending my life with the man who understands the importance of Disneyland to a girls perfect day. Its more so that MY particular prince charming rode in, gave me a rock, and then hightailed it out of the country. And I'm a little frightened of planning the hilarious shit show that will be my wedding, by myself.

The title of this post is the exact title (punctuation included) of a book that was passed down to me from a friend who was married last year. It is actually a terrifying little publication that not only talks about the nuances of whether or not you should actually marry (like marriage counseling, but with drawings) but all the things that weddings entail. For instance, did you know you have to host an engagement party? What about a bridal shower? and you are expected to give people prezzies for coming to your wedding? You didn't know all that? Well, neither did this girl.

So, its shaping up that I'm going to be the meanest bride in the world, and will eliminate like 5 of the 9 parties I'm supposed to throw for you bastards. And you aren't getting prezzies either. So there. But true to form, there will be booze.

Also I'm going to make all kinds of attempts to assure that this blog does not turn into a wedding blog. And if it does, at least the stories will be funnier. Drunken wedding dress shopping? Stay tuned to find out!