I tried to make bacon today, and burned it. I didn't use the fan on the oven and the apt filled with smoke. I did make an egg though without breaking the yolk, but since I had cooked it in the burnt bacon grease pan, it wasn't as good as it could have been.
Jasper smells, he's ripping up his cage lining.
There is stuff everywhere, I have no desire to put any of it away. I'm really struggling with "post-wedding" blues. With wasted money, wasted time in the day, wasted opportunities for photos.
I didn't get a picture with my in-laws, or with Max's grandparents. I didn't get a picture with just the Maid of Honor and Best Man. I didn't get a picture of Lori and I kissing Max, or of us holding the Thank You sign. We used the rose petals for a photo but apparently I look weird in it.
I didn't take as many photos in the booth as I wanted. I didn't spend time with a lot of people who came or even say hello to a few because I was rushing around.
I didn't get to eat a lot of appetizers, because I couldn't chew while taking pictures. I didn't get to eat a lot of the food because I was so sick and nervous feeling.
My plan of starting photos at 2 was shot when my dress bustle had a major problem. My Mom was late bringing the dress to start taking pictures in because of the bustle, and then it ruined the dress. I yelled at my Mom. I cried in the dressing room. I wasted SO MUCH TIME.
The harpist didn't show up on time. I didn't even prepare for the ceremony because I was so upset about it. I gave my bouquet to Brittney too early and stood there awkwardly for most of the ceremony. My mind was elsewhere.
Now it's over. All that time and planning wasted. Everyone loved the wedding, but I feel so weird about it. There was a lot of good, but I could never relax and enjoy it.
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