58 days before my wedding

SAN DIEGO HERE I COME.

I'm getting married in 78 days, and the best. aunt. ever. (aunt vin, you are also the best aunt ever) just bought me a ticket to see her in May. I fly out May 14th, which is approximately 58 days before my wedding and come home May 18th, 53 days before the big day. Who's counting? Really?

Not only this, but she is also planning me a bridal shower, with a bunch of women I have never met, and a few friends that I've known since I was barely walking, 20 years before the wedding. I think the women who I've never met will be the best part. For some reason I find it very intriguing to go to a bridal shower with a bunch of strangers. Maybe I'm the strange one.

This fizzy shower (probably literal) will go down on May 16th, 55 days before the big day.

So, as I count the days til my nuptials, I will also start a shorter shower countdown. 21 days til California and the best. aunt. ever (tied with aunt vin of course).

PMS: Please Make me cry Syndrome

So, I don't remember on whose blog that I was stalking reading, but I saw Mama Milton comment that June was a funk month. 

Wow. I could not agree more. I feel like I have had PMS the ENTIRE month. Maybe that should stand for something different. Like Pissy Me Syndrome. Or Please Make me cry Syndrome. I don't know. But Premenstrual Syndrome just doesn't do it the justice it deserves. 

Here are my symptoms this month:

-I cry at the drop of the hat. Or not. It really doesn't even take the drop of the hat.

-I yell and scream at everyone for no damn reason (Even if I thought there was a reason, there wasn't).

-My throat aches.

-My body throbs.

-My nose is congested and my tonsils feel like they might pop out of my neck.

-I make up reasons in my head about why I should be my mad at my boyfriend/soon-to-be fiance, who still has not proposed even though he asked my dad over a month ago!  (It's just a Fucking Fish, Stuart!). That's about how I feel about that issue.

-I'm hungry all the time, which leads to a vicious circle of hunger and anger. Awesome right?

Yeah, poor Adam. 

Maybe I'm having a mid-life crisis. Yeah, just crisis, probably. 

Possible reasons for these symptoms:

-Adam's dad is in the hospital with an infection in his foot, which couldn't heal because he has diabetes, so they had to amputate his toes... and now Adam had to drive to Denver again because now the stitches aren't healing... so they might have to take more of his foot.

-I still don't have a fucking ring on my finger, and I am the most impatient person in the entire universe.

-We entered our application for employee housing, which means we have to sit and wait patiently for two weeks to find out that oh, I guess your name didn't get pulled out of the FIFTY FOUR fucking person lottery. (I'm going to live in one of those bouncy houses, I've decided. At least we would always be in a good mood).

-Umm... well... there must be some other reason...

OK so I'm really just a big whiner. And really all I need is a big does of patience. 

I don't think they prescribe those at the doctor....

Or do you know one who does?