Fewer than 10 fingers

I can count on my fingers how many days I have left until I get married.

Questions everyone always asks us:

  1. Are you excited?
  2. When’s the big day?
  3. Where are you going on your honeymoon?
  4. How did you meet?

Answers for you, my Readers.

  1. Yes of course we’re excited
  2. Fewer than 10 fingers away
  3. South
  4. Junior high

I’m sorry I haven’t been writing you all for a long time. I have spent much time this summer delving into the new and exciting world of Netflix. My roommate let us all share her Netflix account, but in my new post-wedding apartment we won’t have a TV! Hm… that probably indicates an eventual rise in the frequency of blog posts. We shall see.

I am not watching the Olympics, but I am aware that it is going on.

I am trying to pick a career but I get bats in my stomach every time I imagine myself as a real adult living the day-in, day-out work life. After I graduated from school, and now that the wedding is almost here, I feel a little purposeless. *sigh*

I have a cold, I think, and I’m trying to squelch it before I get married. Honey and lemon water, anyone?

Anyway, hi. I remember you. I miss you. I don’t know where I am in my life or what my future blogging patterns will be, but please know that you guys have a place in my heart. Wish me luck on my new marriage adventure, eh?