Well, I knew one would have to come around eventually, right? ;)It's "sort of" because it's not wedding related, but totally wedding STRESS related.I'm 31 days out and am feeling the pinch. This morning, I was running late - as usual - and FI was laying in bed. So I asked him if he could iron my shirt for me. He whined a bit because he HATES ironing my shirts because he says they're too small to iron. ha! So he gets out of bed anyway and goes downstairs to iron my shirt for me while I did my hair. (The rest of this is going to sound COMPLETELY biitchy...)He brings the "finished" shirt upstairs and I'm like OH. GOD. He hadn't even ironed the sleeves!!! So I asked him if the iron was still on, because apparently I was going to have to finish it myself and I wanted to make sure the iron was still hot. He huffs and puffs back downstairs to finish it up. But, honestly, he might as well just not have because it was still wrinkled when I went downstairs to put it on. It just irritated me because he'd be PISSED if I half-a$$ed one of his shirts that he asked me to iron...nor would he ever leave his own shirt as wrinkled as he left mine.Anyway - I know I should appreciate the fact that he was willing to try to help me..... I was just pissed that after all that, I had to iron it myself anyway.Sorry if that came off whiney and ungreatful. I know that I threw an unnecessary tantrum this morning. I'm blaming wedding stress.