My day went alright actually until I got home.

I managed to pick up my dress today. I spent the whole day in Atlanta at the bridal store and visiting my uncle who is in assisted living on the way there.

I spoke to my aunt and my cousins wife while I was there. My aunt and uncle's grand daughter is the cutest thing! She is talented too. Well, I asked if she would sing "Cross my Heart" by George Strait at the reception. One of my students ok I think my favorite student of all time....really wanted to play something either at the church or the reception. He's a good player for a 7th grader. His dad owns the local guitar shop and is INCREDIBLE as a player. Anyway he's playing the song and she is going to sing it. She could be on a kid star search...

Well, I call my fiance to tell him how my day was and such and mentioned this he goes NUTTY on me. Why didn't I ask him about it? Ok ladies...(and MICK)...he said he doesn't care much for cake...and when I brought him samples he didn't even wanna eat them. When I asked him about colors...he says it doesn't matter. The same with the invitations.....so why the hell shouldn't I take this into my own hands and make some decisions. We have a jazz guitarist a professional playing alone at the reception...so what if she sings a couple of songs????

MEN SUCK