I'm getting married on Saturday and yesterday my caterer gave me a serving for not sounding happy enough.
We decided to have the wedding at Nick's family's beach house which has proved a lot harder than it originally sounded. There has been numerous decisions and plenty of jobs to do (plus late nights out in Melbourne) and by Monday I was exhausted. So when the caterer (who has been amazing) called reminding me to do one last thing, I guess I didn't sound as cherpy as I should have.
My aunt has been with the same guy for more than thirty years, they've never married and half of the time they haven't lived together. I've always thought that this was a fabulous arrangement. How did I stray so far?