So, yeah.  It’s no secret that I’m a worrier.  I just need to knock it off!

I always hated when I was younger that my mom would worry about things all the time.  Now that I do it, especially when I can see how pointless it is, kinda makes me angry.

See, we have a budget.  We know how much we spend, how much we make, how much we need.  We do pretty good with all of that.  The problem really just is that we don’t make enough EXTRA to feel comfortable throwing a wedding.  That means debt.  Debt is uncomfortable. 

Whatever, I can deal with some discomfort.  We will be fine, even if we pay off some of the wedding expenses for a while after the wedding is over. 

What I’m REALLY excited about is the fact that we buckled down last night and purchased the flight + hotel for our honeymoon!  Honestly, that makes this whole wedding/getting married/forever thing seem a little more real.  Because, really, I’ve been planning since late January, but I haven’t really spent any money yet.  Most stuff is talking, and decisions, and ideas.  This, though?  This is REAL. 

We’re going to go to Puerto Plata, in the Dominican Republic.  I can’t describe how excited I am.  This is going to be my first real, international trip.  And real RELAXING vacation.

I forgot to grab my lunch off of the counter today.  Brock made me a sandwich, and I packed some cottage cheese and fruit.  Threw in a banana.  I really want that banana.  No lunch for me now.  I have to eat cafeteria crap.

Crap.

Edit:  I’m also applying for my passport.  This is a HUGE pain in the rear.  I need to get it done – pronto.