Goin' to the Chapel
I hate when this happens. Every time I go to a wedding, I go a little nutty for a few weeks afterwards. Not an "oh-my-god-my-clock-is-ticking" kind of nutty... or even a "holy-crap-I'm-33-and-unmarried" kind of nutty. More of a "I-wanna-wear-a-big-poofy-dress" kind of nutty. I look at wedding dresses online, dream about where I want to have my wedding, and all that other girly crap. It usually lasts about a week, then I return to normal.
Stumble It!
I hate when this happens. Every time I go to a wedding, I go a little nutty for a few weeks afterwards. Not an "oh-my-god-my-clock-is-ticking" kind of nutty... or even a "holy-crap-I'm-33-and-unmarried" kind of nutty. More of a "I-wanna-wear-a-big-poofy-dress" kind of nutty. I look at wedding dresses online, dream about where I want to have my wedding, and all that other girly crap. It usually lasts about a week, then I return to normal.
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