I just might explode...

Yes, this statement is true. What with the wedding plans that never seem to get done, my puppy getting sick, my fiance not wanting to watch said sick puppy while I am at work and he is not, and student teaching on top of it, I feel like my life is rolling into one, big, giant, clusterfuck. All of this stress is building and building, and someday, it must go somewhere. I pity the fool who is around me when I blow.

I am one of those people who holds things in... and holds them in... and holds them in... until the lid can't stay on anymore and I literally explode. I can only take so many people telling me what to do or offering their "suggestions" on things in my life. I don't get mad often; I get upset a lot and bottle it up, pretending like it won't be there later. The mad happens after weeks or months of upset and triggered by one, cataclysmic event, and then BOOM! I blow like Mount Saint Helen. *End rant.

On a lighter note, this weekend I am hoping to accomplish several wedding-related things, like scheduling my first dress fitting to find out how fat I've gotten since last September. Also, I will hopefully be ordering the bits and pieces needed to begin my DIY invitations (updates on those as they come). And, with any luck, my minuscule tax return will come in the mail and I will be able to afford fiance's wedding band. Sometimes it's the little things in life that have to make you happy.