The Best Laid Plans

Let me just start off by saying that this isn't my fault...well not really...okay it's partially my fault.

My name is Kat and let me just say that if it wasn't for my family acting so crazy about older sisters wedding then when crisis hit I wouldn't have leaped at the chance to leave to drive three and a half hours to some obscure bridal shop where my sisters perfect dress was mistakenly shipped to just so I could get out of entertaining my crazy Aunt Millicent.

Now stay with me now because this next part is kind of important.

If my step mother wasn't being such a massive bitch and my older sister such a crazy mess then I would have never clicked and printed directions for the wrong bridal shop because my phone was close to dying and I had no idea where the charger cord was.

And if my perfect big sister hadn't left the light on in my car after she borrowed it...without even asking mind you...then I wouldn't have had to call my soon to be brother-in-law and I wouldn't have gotten a love tap to the hip by him...Daniels Summers my soon to be brother in laws big brother.

If I hadn't met Daniel then I wouldn't be sitting in the middle of the desert with the scorching hot sun glaring down at me covered in a mixture of chicken feathers, bood, sand, mud, and lama spit, hand cuffed to said idiot who is struggling to explain to the authorties...which in retrospect is where we should have started out in the beginning... in very broken spainsh why the two of us were trying to cross the boarder into america with a bunch smugglers.

Daniel and I were supposed to be attending our respective siblings weddings but who knows how that ended up.

All I know that I've been struck with a serious case of bad lucked which landed me married and in love to the strongest most caring man that I've ever known.

If only our siblings weren't coming to kill us for ruining their big day then I might just have lived happily ever after.