I woke up this morning looking like George Washington on a bad hair day.
The decision has been made not to go to the gym because my pants were danced straight off last night...and that HAS to equate to at least 5 miles of cardio.
I am currently taking a break from finding the 1,462 bobby pins hidden in my thickets of hair, comprising the flashy Washington look I sport.
I am in desperate need of a shower.
I don't think I'll even look in the scale's direction for at least a few days.
I love weddings.