I'm not one to fear much--and I take pride in that. No need to call me conceited. I've been afraid of things in my life, I just strive to get over those fears.
There are some things I don't like: cottage cheese, hot dogs, being sweaty, feeling tired, and people scratching their stomachs for long amounts of times. And I really dislike cockroaches. But I'm not afraid of these things.
There are however a couple things I really truly DO fear.
1) Elevators. But that's due to an extremely vivid nightmare I had many years ago.
{That however, is not the point of this blog... so I'll move on}
2) My EVEN BIGGER FEAR, and probably my greatest fear to date, is that my face will become my enemy the week of October 24th {that's when I'm getting married for those of you don't know}.
I fear that the day I get married my poor face will look something this:
Terrible, right?
Or, even WORSE, I fear that I might get another one of these attrocious devils.
I just want to be beautiful the day I get married... Is that too much to ask?
I just want to be beautiful the day I get married... Is that too much to ask?
