When my alarm went off, I did have a brief moment where I just wanted to call in sick. I was sooo tired. I had stayed up wayyy too late ironing my bridesmaid dress. I mean, the least David's Bridal can do is slap some steam on that bad boy when they pull it out of the box, ya know?
"Baaaaabe!" Bobby is still passed out. Its 10:30am & he didn't get in until 7am. Now I'm freaking out.
What if I can't find it? I'm already running late. I don't have another contact. "Baaaaaaabe!!!"
I search the entire bottomless depths of my purse feeling for my keys. Nada. I start pulling out items and looking for the jingling shiny objects. Absolutely nothing. If the doors to the house & apartment had the intellikey system like my car, all I would need to know was that the keys were nearby. But nooo... I actually have to have them in hand to lock the boyfriend's door (it's all the door's fault). My jacket pocket! Of course!
Get in the car & I see that the bride has texted me. I'm running uber-late (as always. If you know me, you know I'm always late. Not a trait I'm proud of) Her hair appointment is running behind & she is a little stressed so I tell her to breathe (no mention of how late I will be. Do I want her having a bridezilla breakdown? Negative.)
I get to the hair salon