Ugh… What a crappy way to start a day… I had terrible dreams all night long. I argued with my bf Ambyr, my husband, my Dad… All night, I was fighting with these people in my dreams. And, not like “Your butt looks big in those pants” kind of fighting – like, knock down screaming and arguing. I woke up, exhausted. On my birthday. Lol… I can’t wait to see what else is in store.

Got the link to my bff Ambyr’s wedding photos on the photographer’s website. And, I’m beyond disappointed. Seems as though I wasn’t an important enough player to actually get my photo taken with the bride. We’ve only been best friends for, oh… 26 YEARS. And, every photo taken has me with a ridiculous look on my face. BF said the day of the wedding “Oh, they’re great! But, they’re not the posy kind of photographers”. No sh*t… Maybe if they’d have taken 5 minutes and been considerate, they’d have realized that I flew 2400 miles, known the bride since we were in diapers, was the MATRON OF HONOR, and maybe – just maybe – I should have a posed photo with the bride. So, now – what do I have to show for it? Nothing. Not one picture I’d hang on my wall. I have no pictures of me with my best friend on her wedding day. They took a few shots with all of the girls… But, other than that… Oh well…

The truth – I’m a size 18. With that said – I can take better pictures of myself with a camera phone than these two did with their professional setups.

I’m so pissed, I’m trying not to cry. I know I shouldn’t – it’s just photos – right?