Melt-down No. 867.

Suffice it to say that my first world problems have gotten the upper hand, and I had a melt-down this morning shortly after getting to work. I do not even want to express what really set me off. Rest assured, it was the dumbest thing ever.

SIGH.

Stupid wedding.

Also on the horizon is saying goodbye to my very dearest friend. She embarks on a new east coast adventure this next month. Luckily, the goodbye is not forever, and really, we likely will see each other the same amount as when she lives here, but I am still sad. Saying goodbye is never easy. Tonight, our tight-knit group will tie one on and likely drink too much champagne to say "bye for now." It will be fun. We will laugh. We might cry. Most of all, we will be together. Well, until next month at my bachelorette party. We'll do that all again. "Cuz that's what friends are forrrrr...." (And, now that song is stuck in my head.)

This morning was a colossal failure in my privileged, whiny, white-girl world.

But then P.I.C. texts me about something and instead of "Yeah," his fancy Android phone changes it to "Utah." Sigh. I think he knows how much I love it when he says, "Utah" so he leaves it to make me smile. And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is why I am marrying him.

Well, that and his ridiculously good fashion sense.