Crazy Train

That has been my life lately, hence the lack of posting on my behalf this past week. The fiancé was here this and last weekend, which was wonderful and we got lots of planning done- the cake, menu, tuxes and readings- but I've also had two mental breakdowns during those weekends. I feel better after getting out much of my stress and am now focusing on not letting things overwhelm me (or at least trying to not let them overwhelm me) as well as talk about what's stressing me out right away, rather than letting it build up and then explode in a ball of fury, as I did last night.
It was Brown Eyed Girl's birthday over the weekend and Blondie, she and I are going out this week to celebrate- that will be helpful to chat with the girls and just relax.
I know I'm prone to wanting to control everything and get uptight when I can't get things done on my schedule so I'm making an effort to loosen up a bit and roll with the punches better. Currently my plan is to sit back, take some deep breaths and relax for the train ride I'm on, so I can head into tonight (and the wedding planning I've got to work on) with a clear head. Off to relax...breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.

Holiday party attire

So, I literally am laying in my bathtub, and I think to myself, "I should call X." My immediate next thought was, "Wow, it's creepy to call someone from your bath." Then I remembered the nifty email-to-post tool and figured I'd give it a shot -- it's just like talking to my friends, right?

So again, here I am laying in my hot bath, obsessing over whether to wear silk, lace or ruffles to the company Holiday party tomorrow. My ideal outfit has to have one of those elements because that's perfectly just beyond my personal "work-appropriate" style....

I've narrowed it down to two decisions:
Option No. 1: The sexy lace, half-backless, short-sleeve, black turtleneck with dark gray slacks and patent pumps, or
Option No. 2: the slightly-short black jumper dress with the silk ruffle and a dressy green cardigan with a thin black belt and rounded-toe patent pumps?

Decisions, decisions.

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