So National Single’s Week was quite eventful. All week long I spent stressed out about performing the wedding on Friday. I think it went pretty well. The bride seemed happy and she was pretty much the only one I needed to make happy. The entire affair was very well done. I hope to get pictures to post up soon.
And then there was Saturday. Not sure what happened but I think I got prison raped. I am not taking calls or talking to anyone about it. I am sure Monday morning will be a blast. Dealing with the hog calls and the cow-orkers. I am going to post to Douchebag of the Week tomorrow and anyone who says anything will be on the list. If you call/email/IM/etc to gloat; consider yourself warned.
The game did break my heart like only Alabama can. I think this is how it feels to be on the receiving end of an abusive relationship. I know Alabama loves me and does not mean to hurt me; it’s just with all the stress and when Alabama drinks, it gets so mad. I really should have yelled louder at the game. It is all my fault. I deserved it.