Day Eight

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.