I am literally watching Say Yes to the Dress while drinking rose on a Friday night.
(Also cliche, I am waiting to cook dinner until Nate gets back from Home Depot, where he is purchasing nuts/bolts/I have no idea for his homebrewing equipment.)
(This bride-to-be on the show donated a KIDNEY to her fiance! What have I done lately?!?)
Embarrassing/awkward/uncomfortable/etc. feeling of the month: requiring someone (ie, Nate) to help you attempt to squeeze into a borrowed wetsuit (purchased by a person who weighs approximately 20 lbs less than you), only to find that even trying to zip the zipper will be an insurmountable task. Ugh.