Ericaland

I’ve been switching between worrying and panicking.

We decided on wedding vows tonight. The two templates we had were both pretty cheesy. If it were up to me to write them, it would probably go like:

Do you Jeremy want to put up with Erica whining every morning for the rest of your life? Here, put on these expensive rings. Erica, you’re not allowed to lose this ring. Remember the one Jeremy gave you that you lost and your sister found a year later while cleaning the bathroom then phoned you about it because you were living in Vancouver? Seriously, don’t lose it. Okay you’re married I guess.

It’s not going to be like that. The cake will be good though.

After I somehow make it through the week and the stressed out stomach feeling goes away, I’m gonna call Jeremy Mr. Erica Kwan for a while.