Last weekend I had three friends get married.
Three friends that graduated the same day that I did.
It's no surprise that last night I had a nightmare (quite literally...) about me getting married.
It was my wedding day and I woke up late.
My ex-boyfriend and his mother were coming to my wedding (what?!).
I didn't have my dress.
I didn't have my recommend from my bishop.
My ex-boyfriend and his mother planned a nightclub themed ceremony in the WalMart/Albertson's parking lot.
My best friend was laying on the couch watching TV instead of fixing this disaster of a wedding.
And as Cady Groves would say, "This is the part where I realize that I'm alone..."
Yeah, I had lost my groom.
It's a good thing I'm nowhere near marriage, because I'm already running in the opposite direction.
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