We are officially freaking out about the wedding.

For the past two days we've been everything from agitated to yelling at the top of our lungs at each other.

Basically, A. and I have different styles of planning.

Like, I'm all over the place, with all these crazy ideas that I find in magazines and online and stick into folders and talk about and obsess about until I eventually piece little bits of them together into one, solid, practical idea.

This drives him nuts. Every time I shove a page from Martha Stewart at him or start talking about handmade paper and ribbons he sees dollar signs.

It all goes back to Meyers-Briggs. He's a classic J, I'm a classic P.