The Long and Winding Road.

This will be a short post. I just thought I would provide the following fun anecdote. And by anecdote, I mean The Story of My Life.

On Sunday night, Mr F said to me, "You know, it's really calmed down on the wedding front, huh? It was really crazy for a while, but now it seems like everything's worked out."

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Hasn't Mr F ever seen "Forget Paris"? Mr F's statement was equivalent to the old "piece of cake" line. "'Piece of cake! Piece of cake.' You never say 'Piece of cake'!" Argghhhh.

And so, like clockwork, when I checked my email this morning, I saw that I had received a four paragraph email from FMIL that raised issues about a variety of wedding-related topics, yet none of those four paragraphs contained their guest list, which I have still not received (and yes, our wedding is in five months). And then tonight, Mr F told me his father was not happy about issues that previously arose with said guest list. And oh, by the way, I sent a follow up email today (that hasn't gotten a response) because a week has gone by and I have yet to get a contract (or quite frankly even heard a peep) from the musicians who were to play for our ceremony. And I have really bad heartburn.

Pass the tums, please. And some milk, since apparently I'm surrounded by pieces of cake. *sigh*