We, I, have changed our wedelope destination again. I also changed my dress decision again. I have changed the choice of both the officiant and the photographer. I tried to change the date and that is when V about came unglued.
I HATE making decisions. But it's always about the stuff i consider 'small' or less important. You notice i didn't change my decision to marry my prince charming.
I do this with work. Should I hire this candidate or this one? Should I push for this project approval or this one?
I do this with the kids. Where do you want to go on spring break? to the beach? What about DC? The big apple? Do you want to fly or take the train? (Seriously, we LOVE the train).
I do this with my house. V has repainted my dining room so many times the square footage has shrunk.
I have a problem. I just can't decide how to fix it.
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You're having a wedelope? That's the most fun word. And yeah, I have no advice for the mind changing thing. You're indecisive and I'm lazy.
The older I become (I'm only 34) the more decisive I become. I'm like an old dog - more bitchy and demanding and less tolerant as I age. I have no patience for the wishy-washy person I once was. God help those around me when I'm old. Like when I turn 36 or something. Defer all decisions to me, I'll tell ya what to do.
And wedelope? Yeah, love it. Don't change that word for sure.
Will you at least let us know when you decide!?!? Call me when you're in town next siser!
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