When the photographer called FI and said, "Dude, is it OK if my wife tags along to the ceremony and reception? She wants to see a Catholic Mass wedding."
Followed immediately by:
Then, after ANOTHER e-mail from my organist, informing me YET AGAIN, that he doesn't like my musical selections:
And then my stylist telling me she "forgot" to write the mani/pedi appointment for me and my mom in the book and now they're all booked up, and she can probably fit me in, but my mom doesn't need a mani/pedi anyway (I am paying for this as a treat for my mom, who NEVER splurges on herself, ever):
Followed by:
But then my BFF stepped in and called a bunch of salons in my hometown area and made me an appointment, and I'm all like:
And then I talked to FI, who reminded me that in four days we'll be married, and to:
And now I'm going to have more coffee.
I'm gonna go with 'not my circus, not my monkeys.'