Diary of a Crazed Bride-to-Be
Entry 1: 12 May 2015 (9.5 months until Wedding Day) I am freaking out. Why is it that no one but the bride seems to sense the urgency in planning a wedding? Sam (better known as Handsome Bearded Fellow on my blog,) proposed to me on Saturday 25th April, when I was least expecting it. I bet all brides say that, but I really mean it. The Friday before he popped the question he started being really weird. He was supposed to come over and house-sit with me but �fell ill� and couldn�t make it. He was also being incredibly distant. I was sure he was going to break up with me. He�d never acted so strange before! So me being the free-spirited, loose cannon that I am got recklessly drunk that Friday night - so drunk that I woke up the next morning in my mothers bathtub in a pool of my own puke (classy is obviously my middle name). Needless to say, I literally could not move on Saturday. When Sam finally came over it took him over ten minutes of knocking on my window pane ...