I don’t, really, when you get right down to it.
(Let me preface this by saying that my opinions on this are of a preventative nature, obviously, as I can’t fathom this as a reality.)
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There are a lot of things about which I can be deemed high maintenance (no need to reblog that line with commentary, Everybody I Know), but here is the one thing that you have likely heard me say again and again, this time spurred by one too many wedding-planning-related Facebook statuses:
I see no cause for 18 months of wedding planning, or a year of it, or even 6 months. Give me three months, tops. I know you doubt my ability to do this or my actual intent on it if or when it ever comes my way, but this is one thing I’m dead set on. I only need two things: the minister and the groom—not dyed-to-match bridesmaids’ shoes, not corsages, not 14 attendants, not a dress I could hide 6 Oompa Loompas in. (Why are these girls taking a month to decide on bridesmaids dresses, anyway?) Not only do I just not want the typical princess wedding, but I don’t want the first act of my married life to be “pull selves out of massive wedded bliss-induced debt.”
