motb...day 84

I yelled at Shawna last night on the phone. Kept telling myself to stop but only heard my voice continue to raise. This must be the phase where they consider elopement. But that would be the phase they no longer live to see their honeymoon. I will not spend my last few months with her at home all torqued about her deficit in administrative skills. I just need to find a better way of dealing with her cloud dweller spirit and do the best I can to make her day a special one. I'm just hoping she'll meet me at least at the corner here. I'm willing to go more than the halfway point but there are just too many decisions we still need to make that need her input. And call me crazy, but having her input infers having "her" and between the job and the fiancé she just isn't that available. It will all get done. I know this. I just have to get a quick handle on how to get it done without making us all miserable. It just isn't worth it. I love her too much. Heck, I love me too much . . .

carter's suit: delivered
flower girl shoes: oh. my. goodness.
columns: rented
groomsman’s shirts: selected
fotb suit: selected
tubs for tidy storage of mounting misc.: stored
flower girl gift: purchased
attendants shoes: ordered
argument over shoes: regretted but we did get them ordered...