Dealing with the Wedding Stress

Syma: First off, I have a cold. If you hear me sniffling, that’s because I have a cold. Why do I have a cold? Because A, I hadn’t been sleeping well, and B, because I’ve been frustrated and stressed out. The first dress that came in, our saleslady opened the box with a box cutter and ripped through the dress. The second time the dress came, it was for a size 12 girl, and on top of that, I asked for white, it was in the darkest champagne you could absolutely imagine. I asked for a mermaid type bottom for the skirt, it’s an A line. We could make it into a mermaid, we just have to take it in by the knees, that’s retarded. So that’s basically what happened to my dress. Every night this week, I’ve had nightmares about the wedding. I had a nightmare that the fortune cookies which Aamer: was in charge of… Aamer:: I did a good job. Syma: He did a good job. In reality, he did a good job. In my dream, he did something so horrendous. We have personalized fortune cookies, right? And I told Aamer: as I picked three sayings including one, my thank you for sharing our ceremony blah blah blah, things like that. I had a dream that he wrote about fortunes of farting or something and it’s something that he would do. That is something he would totally do. Aamer:: Yeah. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it myself. Syma: And then everyday, I have vendors now telling me to—don’t sign this contract, why not sign that contract. And the funny thing is is that it’s very one way. It’s one sided. It’s totally their side which I understand. They’re just trying to cover their butt, you know. I was like I don’t have enough to deal with, it’s crazy. I’m so crazy. Charmaine: We are in Cake Diva’s cake art gallery where cake designers, confectionery artists if you will are like big stuff. Syma: Hey Charmaine, I’m here. Charmaine is a little nuts. Charmaine: Have you dropped them off for your momma? Syma: I haven’t been eating broccoli because I just haven’t got the chance to eat and I’m getting younger for losing weight. Everyone is like, “Oh my gosh! You look like a hanger.” I don’t look like a hanger but I’m so tired of this date. I’m not eating and I’m not sleeping, what the hell are you going to expect from me. Two more things left, how do you feel? Aamer: Pack my bags, I’m ready to run. Syma: Run? Aamer: To you. Darling, I can’t get enough of your love. Syma: Stop it. Aamer: Baby.