Who's getting married anyway?

Running around like the proverbial chicken with its head cut off.
Just got my hair cut and took Kid One to apply for a job at the new Target opening here in July.
Went to the bank and now off for the "transaction" with my wealthy teacher friend.
I'm not high maintenance. No time (or money) for a manicure or a pedicure, or a facial, or whatever.
You can call me the Queen of Frump.