Yeah, soooooooo, I've had a serious case of Cranker McCrankerpants the last few days. It seems like all of a sudden the wedding vendors all want to be arseholes. With only 11 days to go until the Big Day I'm in total freak the freaking a out mode. Which, in terms of hubs, does not bode well, poor thing. He gets to endure my rath, which, for the last two days has been unbearable even to me.
Saturday started off with a phone call from the venue who kindly informed me that the rehearsal dinner that we had already had to change due to their scheduling conflicts was going to have to change again. Because the VP of the restaurant decided that they were going to change their plans from the next Monday to the Thursday before. The.Day.Of.Our.Rehearsal.Dinner. And the restaurant was going to be closed. Even though I already had plans to have dinner there....
THEN, we followed that up with trip to the florist....who was running late...and hubs and I waited for at least thirty minutes. While we were standing there waiting I received a phone call from the photographer who informed me that OH YEAH! BY THE WAY! The person who filled out and signed your contract did it WRONG and we are going to have to charge you MORE! THAN! THE! SIGNED! CONTRACT! Good times...good times....
After I get off of the phone with the photographer the florist shows up and proceeds to tell me that yeah, he's not going to be able to have my flowers delivered on the day of the wedding. That someone is going to have to pick up the flowers. On the day of the wedding. Because we don't have enough to do right now or the day of.....really????
So, yeah, a little stressed out at the moment.....grrrrrrrr......11 more days....11 more days......11 more days.....11 more days......
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
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