As Wedding Week is off and running the first thing I wanted to talk about was NOT the topic referenced above.  But due to the urgency of the subject it needs to be addressed immediately — My body hates our engagement pictures.

On Thursday, MB and I will be released early from work to convene and travel to Eastern PA so that on Friday we can wake up fresh faced and rested ready to face the camera so as we can digitally display our overwhelming love and affection for one another and for incredibly awesome pictures of us.  Plans have been coming along smoothly.  Adorable and flattering outfits chosen, weather currently forecasted as agreeable and hair and nail appointments scheduled with ease.

Then apparently my skin got the memo that we were having this done.

Last week, and not to be gross or oversharey, my face broke out worse than a 13 year old’s the night before the big school dance.  And I’m talking the HUGE, RED, HURTY PIMPLES that OF COURSE are some sort of mutant strain of acne that DO NOT respond to any treatment and that simultaneously trick me into picking and poking until my face is pock marked and ugly.  You’d THINK that after a week my face would relent but NAY, I woke up to yet ANOTHER blemish, this one as big, red and hurty as the rest.  I almost screamed in the bathroom.  I immediately stopped myself (shocking, no) as I remember from my 17 magazine days that stress only causes more breakouts, washed my face and proceeded to work.

Then the rest of my body joined the “we hate their engagement photos” attack.  On the train ride to work, my scalp started to itch something FIERCE.  Thinking little of it, I bounced into work when one of my coworkers exclaimed GIRL, YOU NEED YOURSELF SOME HEAD AND SHOULDERS.  Mortified I checked the damage in the the ladies room and sure enough, it looks like the swiss alps on my crown and my shoulders.  And you guessed it, all of my outfits of choice for the pics are dark colored.  Nothing that can’t be photoshopped I assured myself and proceeded to my desk.  I sat down to get started on the day’s tasks when i looked at my keyboard to cheer myself up with one of about 78432043 glances at my e-ring when to my HORROR I saw what I consider the LAST STRAW in my body’s refusal to look nice for these photos:  SOME SORT OF HIVE ON MY MIDDLE FINGER BELOW THE KNUCKLE RIGHT BESIDE MY RING.  HONESTLY!?  I tried not to pick.  I took off my glasses and brought my hand to my face.  I have no IDEA what this could be and without a second opinion I’ve refrained from treatment so as not to exacerbate the problem, BUT HONESTLY FINGER?  THE ONE RIGHT NEXT TO THE RING THAT SHOULD BE PROMINENTLY BLOWN UP AND DISPLAYED FOR ALL THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE TO SEE?!

Honestly, despite the tone of my post, I’m relatively calm about the mutiny that’s going on with me right now.  I think the peace comes from the sheer excitement of having the pictures taken and the bliss that I know MB and I will share during the pics.  All the e-sessions I’ve seen documented show a couple wildly in love and so so so excited to be getting married which is exactly where MB and I are right now, and I can’t WAIT to document and share such a wonderful time in our relationship.

Acne be DAMNED!  I’ve been drinking so much water that I think I may float away right down to the construction of the bleachers for the inauguration.  In the meantime, if you have any suggestions or tips lemme know. 

I’m excited to get over my apparent pre-teen breakout phase and onto the next exciting installment of Wedding Week!