Oh turd...

In.
Out.
In.
Out.
In…thump.

That was my head hitting the desk. My brain has gone so into overload that I can’t even put together a rational thought. Thank goodness for spell check or this whole post would be full of turds.

Sheesh, I didn’t even spell that one right. Terds? Nope. Isn’t the word turd in the dictionary? Oh Maude, you are being such a turd these days.

Of course I had to go look it up.

Turd
noun Slang: Vulgar .
1. a piece of excrement.
2. a mean, contemptible person.

At least my brain remembers what a turd is.

Getting the last details ready for the big day. I am getting married on Saturday and feel like I pretty much have everything under control. The brain death isn’t even due to stress. I has to do with thinking and rethinking about every detail I have already thought about. I’ve got this under control, we are ready, rock on!

Why can’t I stop thinking about this stuff? Because it is ingrained in my character. It is who I am. I do this about everything, why should this be any different. At the end of the wedding, we will be married and none of the decorations, food or cake will change that. My dear Maid of Honor has pointed this out to me on more than one occasion. I think she is about ready to choke me with her bare hands.