Monday Sleepies

I've got the Monday sleepies today. It's amazing how much deviating from a normal routine can really mess you up for a few days. This weekend was my friend's wedding of which I was the hottest bridesmaid ever.... My dress looked good, (long story) my shoes were super hot, and my hair was all Jessica Simpson-y with my long wavy blonde layers. A happy ending to an insane crazy weekend where nothing seemed to go right for me....

Friday- I took the day off to help with the preparations for the big day! Everything started great with a morning appointment with my trainer at the gym. After that I went to the spa for a much needed pampering session just for me, for a nice soothing body wrap. So far so good... Then I went to Hobby Lobby to pick up some more ribbon for the wedding, and on to the dress shop to pick up my dress after some emergency alterations. Last week I took it in to have the straps shortened and it happened to be on a very fat day. So the lady was all we need to take this out everywhere.... Um? Really it fits, just shorten the straps! Anyway, I went back a few days later and then it was too big... Told ya, and the straps still need shortened. So, Friday and $80 later the dress still didn't fit correctly or was it pressed. Oh well, too late to worry about it... Then I went to the grocery store in the same strip center as the dress shop to pick up some snacks for the next two days at the bride's house. I didn't grab a cart since I was just grabbing a few things.... Big mistake. I got chocolate from the gourmet brownies on my tshirt. Not a big deal, just another quick stop at home to change shirts on the way to the bride's home. Then after almost dropping the cookies, brownies, chips and dips several times, I made it out to my SUV only to find someone had hit it in the parking lot and drove away. After going back into the store in tears, (still frustrated about my dress) the management informed me that they didn't have cameras in their parking lot. They called the police, by then it was 12:30 and I still hadn't eaten anything yet.... The officer calmed me down, and I was on my way and I still haven't decided what I'm going to do about the problem. Things went fairly smooth the rest of the day, and I had to to be a big girl and hide that anything was bothering me on my friends special weekend.

Friday night- The rehearsal.... I spent several hours making gorgeous bows for the pews the night before, only to see that "helpers" were hanging them all crooked and letting tape show... Um, why did I bother? I just let it go... I mean why did I bother to be detailed and spend hours making perfect bows? Next time, it will be half-assed all the way. Not really, I'm not like that. When I got home, I decided to press my dress so I wouldn't have to worry about it on the wedding day. My iron of course, broke spilling water all over the dress. The iron had taken too many tumbles off the ironing board in the year I've had it.... I needed a new iron, but it would have to wait til Saturday morning as there was a wicked thunderstorm going on outside.

Saturday- I had to run to get a new iron, press my dress and all that before I could even go over to the bride's house for my hair and other getting ready traditions. I grabbed everything I needed.... EXCEPT my freshly pressed dress, realizing this at the same time the bride's dogs were jumping on my white shirt with muddy paws. I was holding in fury. After borrowing a tshirt from the grooms drawer, and making a call I was clean and my dress was delivered quickly by my sweetie. After catching a little bit of 'tude from the hairstylist that I didn't want an up-do, the day went smoothy. I looked great and spent all my energy on the bride... She looked beautiful too, the ceremony and party went off without a hitch.... I'm happy all the crap happened to me instead of her that weekend.

Now, I'm tired.