The worst week ever...
This is a really crappy post, but I just need to get some things off my mind. First of all, FI's mom had an aggressive type of cancer for the past year and a half, and it got really bad, so we have spent a ton of time in Dallas (4 hours away) the past few weeks. We got a call last monday, which was FI's bday, saying that they thought it was time, so we rushed over there. Fortunately it didn't happen that day, but she kept hanging on, and we couldn't figure out how she was still going. So we had to come home Friday afternoon, and then we got a call at 1:00 in the morning that night saying that she had passed away. We couldn't go back, and she donated her body to science, so he didn't get very much closure. We're going to the memorial service this weekend. So that's pretty crappy, but he's doing pretty well with it knowing that she's so much better off and that he'll see her again one day.
THEN, last night, I was washing dishes and a glass shattered, slashing my wrists (I know, I know, there have been lots of jokes already). But it was the outside of my wrists. I think I tried to catch it and it smashed into the side of the sink. Really smart...I know. On one side it was really really really bad, like, I could see the bone, so...trip to the ER for stitches. Oh well! I didn't cry once, and stayed pretty calm and happy the whole time, so I was proud of myself! :) But now it's 6 1/2 weeks until the wedding, with bridal pics coming up soon, and I'm going to have this huge ugly thing on my arm. I guess it's kinda funny when you think about it.
Thanks for letting me get that all out!