bride-to-be

Tim keeps asking what my dress looks like, and it gets bigger and more ridiculous with each description. Now it's to the point where I describe the poof starting at my neck and flowing out from there into a giant white pyramid. He was laughing out loud while watching me draw this the other night in Illustrator. Our laughter is good at this stressful moment. It makes me stop thinking about the murder/suicide I've contemplated several times this month. Just kidding! Sort of.