So the first words of advice almost every past bride gives me if the "At some point you will go insane and be crying to your fiance because he doesn't care about the difference between peach and pink." As typical Mora, I said I doubt it, I don't even like pink, but I think I reached this point this week. As I stood there blow drying the clear labels I thought were so fabulous when I bought them, but are only fabulous as smudging. After having labels print as things such as "Mora and Guest Jimenez" and inviting only one child of two child families, I reached my peach/pink point. Standing there blowing dry labels acknowledging I was going crazy was both humerus and upsetting, because since when does someone who is quite great at planning events reach a breakdown on pieces of sticky paper? But anyway, after throwing a temper tantrum over straws that broke the camels back, I am hoping that now my pink/peach moment is over and wedding planning will continue smoothly.
Did I mention there are only 100 days left until we are married and I become Mora Pluchino??!!
