From this moment...

Alright. I throw myself at your tender mercies. I'm horrible. I know. That story took me way long too complete and the pay off wasn't witnessing a robbery or getting caught in the middle of an abudction. Sorry. But I am a bride-to-be after all. My time must be budgeted between panicking, furious tirades and split-second decisions...oh and ripping into the groom, on occasion. I feel I was a little too hard on old Sonny boy the other day. My bitch-ometer was past boiling point, no doubt. Part of me just wishes this day were here and gone, but that's nothing short of unromantic and inconsiderate babbling.

Soooo, lets keep that between us, shall we? lol.