Shoot Me Now, PLEASE!

Jimmy and I only had boys.  Girls were NEVER on my desire list when it came to having children.  In fact....I had people lined up to take a girl child away if I delivered a girl.  Boys were on my wish list.  Girls would require shopping, dressing, sewing, tiaras, lots and lots of shoes, dance lessons and costumes, rows and rows of net and HAIR....mega hair and nails!  This was just NOT me!  BOYS were my deal.  Soccer games, basketball and so on.  I was meant to be a boys mom!

If I were to have a girl, there would be a wedding!  A very EXPENSIVE wedding.  That would require me to SHOP!  GAG!  Anyone who knows me well, knows I would rather have my hand slammed in a car door than shop!  And on a budget?  Trying to please someone else?  DOUBLE GAG!  Yes, I planned the rehearsal dinner for the boys.  And I even made a very large todo of it.   We had themes and mariachi bands and football fields and all kinds of things.  But it wasn't a full blown wedding with dresses and decorated tables, with bridesmaids dresses,  and all the other trappings.  Boys...that's the way to go.

Well....I've blown it now.  I have a sweet friend.  Sandra.  My nail tech.  She's getting remarried.  In six weeks.  Her late husband planned her first wedding.  She's panicked.  Doesn't know a thing about planning a wedding.  I opened my BIG MOUTH.  "Oh I'll help you!  Don't panic!  It will be fine!"  STUPID ME!  WHAT WAS I THINKING?!!!!!!!!!

Now I have a daughter.  Shoot me now!