  Warning: Probably TMI. It's funny how that could mean just about anything , depending on context, but there is one thing that just about everyone associates with the phrase and nothing seems likely to change that.
So: it's that time of the month. Not unexpected, since I'm on the pill and now have Regularly Scheduled Bleeding times. I was actually quite "regular" (another phrase with a specific connotation, this time not what I mean) for most of my adult life, but I never remembered where I was in my cycle.
Now I have little pills to tell me. Rather convenient, that. Plus, no unplanned babies, which I am mostly pleased about. Yesterday, in what I can only assume was a fit of PMS-induced insanity, I had a Bridezilla moment. I am terribly disappointed, because I expected it to be fun when it eventually and inevitably occured, but it was just lame and embarrassing and guilt-causing. The good news is that my dress is ordered and K's is in my closet, ready to go. Pictures to follow if I am able to fix the sudden and inexplicable weirdness of my computer.
[later...] The following is an $800 ensemble that K tried on before we looked at the pricetag. It is stunning and absolutely perfect but there was just no way in hell. Click the thumbnail for a larger version. urlLink And here is the gorgeous outfit we wound up buying for her (the shoes are mine), same thumbnail dealio as before: urlLink Thank you for your time and indulgance. The next entry will, I promise, be non-wedding-related, though probably equally self-serving. 
