The best laid plans of mice and men and brides often go awry.
I've received all my invitations with all the time and venues printed. I've arranged for photography, makeup, found my dress etc. Everything is finally falling in place.
Then the Justice of Peace I called said he could only make it at 5pm, and not 5.30pm like how I've printed on my invitations.
Total. Utter. Fugness.
p.s. When most people think of brides, they think white happy girl in fluffy dress all mild mannered, sweet, giddy with excitement and joy. I'm quick tempered, frustrated with vendors and use words like "fugness", "crap" and "freak".