My island caterer is still driving me f'n bonkers. She receives email via her 13-year-old daughter. Her phone, I believe, is installed at the bottom of a well, because I can understand two of every three words she says (if I concentrate). She's flaky and yet high-strung. How is that possible?? And, um, I'm the bride. Shouldn't she be reassuring me that everything will be fine, instead of the other way around?Meanwhile, H-town remains unruffled by my rants. Which is why I love him, but still infuriating.
But our chef rocks! He's sending us menus, he's sending the caterer recipes, he's sending me layouts for the buffet tables. He asked me what the color scheme was. Not to make fun of me, but because he wanted to know.
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Just wanted to say hello - I just found your blog... and it seems like we read many in common!!
ReplyDeleteI love when I find new blogs from sane and normal individuals who just happen to be getting married!
Tots. What is it about f'n brides?!
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry your caterer's still driving you mad. What a pain in the arse.
ReplyDeleteI'm having a bit of a nervous breakdown over food again too. Food sucks. Actually, it's food on a budget that sucks, I wish we could just hire a good caterer!
yah, now I understand why someone-else-doing-it is not always a bad thing!
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