Lessons Learned...

So - I made a mistake today. I know this is shocking. I seem to have a knack for perfection. I hope I haven't let any of you down. I really don't know how it all started. I'm as disappointed with myself as you all are with me. I feel like a little kid who was told not to touch the hot oven and went ahead anyway knowing well what was in store - pain and suffering.

I did that today. Cruising around on the internet looking for a site to buy my facewash, (which is a completely dramatic story in and of itself. Let me just say - it involved a visit to the US Government's patent website.) I decided to pop on over to TheKnot.(Yes, I just tempted you with a hyperlink!) I KNEW deep within my innermost being that this was baaaaaaaaaaaaad. I've yet to have a visit to theKnot that was a pleasant one. Inevitably, I linger just a little to long and end up looking up exboyfriends, girls I hated in high school, and my waitress from Cheddar's the night before who was sporting a rock larger than anyone of her social position should be waiving around. She works in FREAKING food service!! I bust my ass everyday at an 8-5, I put myself through college, yet I don't see any hot, blue collared professionals knocking down my door. But I digress.

True to form, I tell myself that I'll just look up this ONE FRIEND's registry (forget the fact that I could just visit target.com and dillards.com like he told me too) and then get right on with business. I won't monkey around at all. No siree. Just on and off. Yeah. Right. I have NO self control (The size of my thighs only confirms that).

So I log on. Twee deedle dee. Hmm... there's the search box. Type in Mr. Groomsman's name. Cha-ching! They're got a webpage! They didn't tell me that! Okay - I'll just take a little look-see and then I'll get off. Oh wait! There's a guest book! I wonder who all has signed it?....

AND THEN - (this is where I've pinpointed the downward spiral begins) I have the thought, "What about my friend who my other friend told me was getting married? I wonder if she's on here?"

This isn't a big deal, right? I just care about my friend that my other friend told me about. Suuuuuuuure. So I do what I think is one, last little search. She has a webpage! Money! And a guestbook! Money! And my exboyfriends current, witchy GF has signed the guest book! What if she's marrying my exBoyF who I've yet to really get over? Search exBoyF's names. Search exBoyF's GF's name. And the madness begins. Run to kitchen. Open Diet Coke to ease the pain.

That, my friend, is a lesson learned. Finally.