Know your role.

I feel like the picture above best sums up my life at the moment: Desperately trying to stay awake with Starbucks in hand, sporting XL sunglasses to hide my lack of sleep, replying to work emails on my droid, and proudly displaying my role across my chest.

This past weekend I resumed my position as bridesmaid in Atlantic City, New Jersey for Mrs. A's big day. Who would have thought surviving a year at isle 12 together would bring us close enough for me to stand beside her on her wedding day?





That's right, friends. Saturday was the last time I will show up to a wedding wearing the same outfit as seven other girls (for now.) My name is Miss MacKenzie and I am 3 days menu-cutting-favor-making-shower-planning-free.

Hey, don't mistake my sarcasm for resentment. I love all-things-wedding (especially after facing the devastation of no longer planning my own) and let's face it: I'm a damn good bridesmaid. I show up on time. I wear uncomfortable shoes. I find bobby-pins in my hair for days. I shut my mouth and do as I'm told. I know my role.

But I'm not going to lie. With zero wedding responsibility hanging over my head, yesterday felt pretty good. I browsed Target. I put a festive fall mum on my porch. I made lunches for hubby and I. I watched a little TV and even went food shopping. It. was. awesome.