Mini-meltdown

I had my first mini breakdown last night. It was just one of those days... we're doing a software conversion at work, so tensions are super high, everyone is just super stressed out, and on a Friday (which is long anyway) that kind of thing will make the day really really long! I get off of work, drive by our new house, see AJ out in the yard, and just pull up to say hey because I was planning on changing and coming back. He makes me pull back into the driveway so he can talk to me. Then he pulls out a white shirt, really nice shirt, by the way, that his mom got him. But it's white. My dress is ivory. We have been over this countless countless times. IVORY. CREAM. EGGSHELL. NOT WHITE. The look on his face just killed me when I told him it wouldn't work. That whole, "Ughhhh. I don't understand why it won't work!" look. All I want to do is leave & go home. He drops his pencil in my car. It takes like 3 minutes to find the thing. Then my parents pull up on their golf cart & park behind my car. At this point, I just FREAK out because all I want to do is go home & talk to no one and now I'm trapped in the driveway with my parents and AJ. So I just start crying for no reason & won't talk to anyone. My mom goes chasing my dad down to get the key so that my mom can let me out because she knows I'm freaking out. I just left & came home & bawled. 

It was just like my stress level had reached it's max. And AJ just happened to set me off with the shirt deal. I mean, to mean wearing white & ivory is like pairing navy & black. Green & orange. It just doesn't work. In my mind it was like every detail we had ironed out would be completely ruined if he wore a white shirt. He's not wearing a tux or a suit, so his white shirt is like "BAM!" right out there. The GM are in chocolate, the BM are in tangerine... white won't work. All the linens are ivory. Even down to the guest book & card box. It's ALL ivory. 

So, mini-meltdown over. Bachelorette party tonight. My friend Laura kept telling me last night that I basically wouldn't know my name by the end of the night... perfect.