I take a big breath and I get real high

Since happily morphing into the new phase of my life, Bridezilla, I've had to swallow my pride and accept that accepting help from Boyfriend's parents means accepting their design suggestions. It's enough to make you elope. Slowly though, I am learning the art of Avoiding Conflict While Accepting In-Kind Donations. 

When I asked his mom to help with the invitations (she's an artist, right?) and she whipped out a Mary Engelbreit tomb, I went for a walk and somehow lost 4 cigarettes from Boyfriend's hidden stash.