Let It Go, Let It Go, Let It Go

OHG I need a massage. I bet we all need one.

 Flowers for parties, flowers for a wedding, interviewing potential roommates both over the phone and in person, takes it out of a girl.

A word to the wise to the guy who came by yesterday: mentioning that you have never cheated on your wife but you've thought about it is TMI.

And gets you ushered out the door very, very quickly.

I may be small but I'm fast.

Whew.

Back to the wedding.  Though the Northeast corridor may have been hit by a blizzard, we were only hit by highly alarming weather warnings. I arrived home about 7:00pm on Friday to this:

"Snow, ice, freezing rains starting at 5:00am Saturday and lasting till 10:am Sunday."

The bride's last frantic email came in at 1:15am.

I read it at 6:00am, cloudy skies, not a trace of SEVERE WEATHER.

It did rain at 2:00pm just as we were leaving the venue.

Her dream was whites and silvers, crystals, a glam winter wedding. Inside not out.

There we go. No snow boots needed.

Your weatherpeople need to chill.

It wasn't enough to shut down the government on Tuesday, you had to mess with my bride?