I have spam in my comments. Hurray. Now if I can just get some hate mail, I’ll feel like I’ve arrived.

Really, I have. Not in the blogging sense, but in the sense that I have arrived at the other side of major life events and GINORMOUS stressors.

The class I signed up for in January made my life miserable. The class itself was easy and I breezed through a couple chapter quizzes without so much as glancing at the textbook, but knowing I had to get the class done paralyzed me. I couldn’t relax when I needed to relax, I couldn’t focus on other tasks (like cleaning my house or brushing my teeth) because the class was UNDONE. But it’s done. And done well. I’m a college graduate now. Neener on you.

The class wrapped up just in time for a family member’s wedding planning and related festivities. I made half a dozen trips out of town for dress fitting and shoe shopping and outfit hunting. Each weekend in May was at least half spent attending parties or primping appointments. This was good stress because I love my family and it felt so good to see The Bride beaming at the reception. But it was difficult because we are worn out mentally and financially and we’re now aching physically (from the dancing. so.much.dancing.)

Because The Bride is such a beautiful and clever person who thoughtfully planned her wedding on a long weekend, we have today to recover and refuel and nap. Praise Ye the Lord.

Aside from seeing family this weekend, my favorite part was MY HAIR. I had some reservations about using The Bride’s stylist for the Big ‘Do for the Big To-Do, but I couldn’t have been more thrilled with the outcome. I’m kicking myself for not having someone take a picture of my hair because it was AWESOME. When she spun me around in the chair to see the final product, she said, “It’s like…Barbie Doll hair.” I leapt from the chair and made out with her right there.

(Barbie is evil, I know! But it’s not always a put-down when you’re being compared to Barbie, see. Sometimes it just totally kicks ass.)

Along with Mattel-inspired locks, I sported a black eye and orange feet for the big day. But that’s a story for another time. Hopefully it won’t take me a month to get around to that.