Wedding dress? Check.

So I got my dress.

WOOT!

Huge sigh of relief that that chore is over.

And hey, it was actually sort of fun, too.

Crazily enough, I found it in the first store. THE FIRST STORE, PEOPLE. It freaked me out and since I am so good at making decisions that involve big commitments (hello facetiousness!) I couldn't bring myself to buy it at first. I had to check out other dresses at other stores to be sure that I wasn't just "getting it over with" or settling or something, and the method of going elsewhere confirmed it for me. We promptly returned to the store, and snatched that baby up.

My mom was so great during the whole thing. My bridal consultant was sooo impressed and I was just like, "What? That's just how my mom is..." (Oh, how I take her amazingness for granted.) She never pushed me to do what she wanted, but would offer appropriate insights here and there. When I would consider the prices of a dress and hem haw about this or that my mom said something to the effect of, "Heather, I am not looking at the prices. We are looking for the best dress for you, and the price is an afterthought."

But before you start thinking I am the most spoiled person ever, my tastes in dresses were on the simpler side and they were never over $1000 so although spoiled well taken care of, I'm not like those girls on "Say Yes to the Dress" with a "small" $5000 budget. (It's a dress, people!)

Seriously, I could tell you more stories about her greatness, but it's been 2 weeks and I forget. (Blog more often, dummy, and it'll be more entertaining because you'll actually remember stuff!)

So we have this heartwarming moment about how I shouldn't worry about the money (I'm a money worrier), and then we go to the whole payment thing. The chick at the counter asks for the method of payment and I look at my mom, who was already looking expectantly at me. I had a brief moment of panic and the little girl feeling of, "Really? I'm paying for it?" immediately followed by the snotty no wonder you're not worried about how much it costs if I'm paying for it feeling. Then I remembered that my mother had already so kindly agreed to put wedding expenses on my Southwest Airlines credit card and pay them off each month so I could get free flights.

Hmm. That story was funnier if you were there. And it'd probably be funnier if I told it better, too.

Anyway, it was great. And it's done. And I'm getting married in approximately 63.5 days. Huzzah!

Oh, and sorry - no pictures. Joshy reads this blog, ya know, and I'd like to save some sort of excitement for the wedding. (I won't mention that even if I wanted to show you pictures I couldn't because I forgot my camera and have no pictures of the dress.)

But to appease the lack of picture-ness of the dress, here is a picture of me shooting a gun.


Why a picture of me shooting a gun? Yeah, I don't know.