May or May Not

So in the midst of my missing my boyfriend and planning my future, I may or may not have dipped into the bubble of tulle. And then may or may not have gotten sucked into the tulle vortex (not) kicking and (not) screaming. Just like I may or may not have done a google search on possible venues...

I may or may not have compared a few places and their capacity levels. Which naturally did not lead me to wonder how many people would be invited and would come, so I didn't start an excel spreadsheet or anything like that just to get an idea of the number or to compare notes...

But if I had done that, which I totally didn't.....then I may or may not have have found a really good place. And I know it's good because I may or may not have priced different menu items with other places on my nonexistent excel spreadsheet. There's not a chance I figured out the best time frame and potential dates, and there's also a not a chance that I looked at nearby hotels. I may or may not have told my mom the deadline to redo the kitchen would be in time to have the day after brunch. And I may or may not have started planning that menu too.

Just like dr soc hasn't told me what kind of groom's cake he wants. Or how I have the cutest idea for a cake topper. And I totally didn't look at my dress the other day and feel happy and hopeful, which is how you should feel when you look at your wedding gown. No, of course I didn't do any of those things. Clearly I did not get sucked into the tulle vortex or experience any level of bubble of tulle crazy. No. Of course not. Maybe. Or not.