T – 10 Days.  What can I say?  What is there to say?  I have no life beyond wedding preparations.  Thus, I’m taking Jake’s advice and churning this out while on the clock.  I’ve got 9 days left of work–I think I’m allowed.  2 paychecks left, then who knows.  Funny thing is, I’m not even worried about that.  It’s nice, but probably a bit naive.  I keep thinking about Skyler, who pseudo randomly moved to New Orleans with no more of a plan than to live at Camp Restore.  That’s fairly different situation, though.

Last night I used my uncle’s recording equipment to record the song I wrote for the proposal to be played with a slide show at the reception.  I’m fairly pleased with how it turned out, we’ll see.  I suppose I’ll get at least some points for the “cuteness” factor by default.