At least now I'll have a response when, in the ensuing months leading up to our blissful wedding date, The Fiancé [or anyone else for that matter] insists that I must relax, that I'm too stressed out.
I can just tell them it's not me [because I am perfect, you see. All things in moderation when it comes to stress levels, et cetera, et cetera... Stop laughing, Dear.]; it's just that I live here:

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so that's the reason I've been such a Debbie Downer lately!
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