Sam and Dean's latest hunt on Supernatural - The Bridezilla!

Ok, so maybe they are not quite bad enough to qualify for certain death at the hands of the two hottest demon hunters on television, but the Bridezilla is a mighty terrifying creation of nature!
Don't get me wrong, I totally understand every woman wanting their wedding day to be the most wonderful day of their life. I get that, I really do, because I want mine to be one of the best of my life too.
But seriously, some go too far! The importance they place on that one single day in their lives is frightening and I honestly believe it means they might not be getting married for the right reasons - that they are getting married for the wedding day itself and not to spend the rest of their life with the one they love.
Here are just some examples I've personally come across or heard about from friends which made me wonder weather the women involved really are more than a little bit crazy:

• One of our wedding planner in Italy's former clients who insisted on a particular flower for her bouquet that bumped the price up from free and included in the package to £250 on top,
• A friend of a friend of mine who is about to spend £5,000 just on the champagne reception,
• Invitations which cost more than £5 each,
• A horse and carriage trotting through the busy main streets of Market Drayton on a sunny September morning, only to stop outside one of the town's roughest pubs where the reception was being held,
• More than 150 people at an afternoon, sit-down reception.

And these are just cases I've actually experienced myself! I've heard so many more stories about people who have to have this exact thing or who spend tens of thousands of pounds on their weddings, £2,000 or more just on the dress, hundreds of pounds getting their teeth whitened and God knows what else, for just one day to mark the start of a new chapter in their lives.
To me, actually marrying Da Boy is the most important thing to me, not what colour balloons I have or having our names professionally embossed onto a ring cushion.
So long as on the day I have the people I love there, in a beautiful setting, anything else is pretty much an added bonus. I don't care what flowers I have, exactly what food will be served or whether prosecco is served instead of champagne (which it will be, in actual fact).
I don't care if none of the bridesmaids' shoes match. I don't see the point of a receiving line. I'm not bothered whether I pull up to the ceremony in a Bentley or a Beetle. So what if one of the young children (or one of the adults!) there spills something on the tablecloths?
My dress cost a few hundred pounds and my shoes less than £30 from bhs. The veil and tiara were thrown in for free by the bridal shop. I'm having my hair put up on the day but only because it will be hot and sunny (fingers crossed!) and I'm no good at doing it myself. I'll be doing my own makeup and Da Boy will be in a smart, basic morning suit.
My bouquet and Da Boy's buttonhole will be whatever is included in the wedding planner's package. It's only going to get thrown to someone at the end anyway! We're having a guitar and mandolin duo play some of our favourite songs while we say our vows.
We are getting married at a public building on a clifftop, followed by a nice meal at a lovely hotel with views of Sorrento Bay. There will be no receiving line, no long speeches (although there will be a few short ones!) and the hotel is providing a gorgeous cake as part of the meal.
Afterwards, our 40 or so guests will be welcome to do whatever they like. It will be relaxed, informal and, most of all, fun.
Some women seem to instantly lose sight of what getting married is really about the second they get that glittery diamond ring on their finger. It is as though the second that precious metal comes into contact with their skin, the transformation takes place.
They become Bridezilla, where not having Moet champagne to welcome their guests becomes a tantrum-inducing, hysterical tear-shedding catastrophe. When not being able to have that exact shade of pale blue lily in their table centrepieces is enough to have them hurling their ring across the room and calling off the wedding.
I just don't get it!
So this is a plea to those women out there who are spending a small fortune on a single day of their lives making sure that they have every tiny thing their heart desires and driving their loved ones insane in the process.
Take a step back, chill out and focus on what REALLY matters most about your wedding day: Committing yourself totally, heart and soul, to spending the rest of your life with the one you love the most.
At the end of the day, the only thing that spoils the wedding for a Bridezilla is the Bridezilla herself.