Ever since well-meaning people know that I'm getting married, they ask me questions.
I know it's meant to show they're interested in what I'm thinking, but sometimes it feels to be a bit much.
Fiance and I have talked about it a bit. He put in his two cents on what he wants for a tux, and then said "I don't want to worry about anything else. So it's all up to you."
I need tell him that he has to plan his gluten filled groom's cake. Or it's going to end up being a red velvet armadillo cake.
Since I'm now having to think of all these little details, if I can come to a decision, I will want it may way. Even my maid of honor isn't rushing in to take over (something I thought she'd do). She's already looking forward to having a girls weekend making wedding favors.
So without already being one, I'm going to become a bridezilla.
I have a lot of excuses. The bride's cake will need to be gluten-free. The food will have to be gluten-free. I'm making decisions on the colors, the flowers, the dresses, the shoes, the music, the favors, the decorations, the way we're going to be married,
Jenn the Bridezilla is born.