I'm a week out from this whole wedding thing I'm in. Oh. I'm the bride. Right. So yeah, a week from right now I'll be someone's wife. Wife. Hmm. You know, people keep asking me if I'm getting nervous. I thought I would be, but I'm not. I'm not nervous to marry Charles at all. I'm excited. But I can't tell you if I'm more excited about the wedding itself, or excited for it to be over so I can have my life back. We regularly are out until after 10:00 due to wedding stuff. I'm tired. I want to be able to come home and veg out on the couch at night, and not worry about stuff I need to do. I'd like to spend more time with my dog, who, although he's a good sport about it, is being somewhat neglected in the attention department lately.
I'm also excited to get my room back. My room - the office. This is where my massive Nascar collection lives. It's also where the evil elliptical lives. That one that wants to kill me, and has tried. I didn't get to finish the room because it started being taken over by wedding stuff. I want to finish that room. I'd like to get back on the elliptical and show it who's boss, while watching Northern Exposure on DVD. I also want to play with all the new toys I've received as wedding gifts, which are all in boxes in the office. Lots of kitchen appliances that will be all sorts of fun to experiment with.
I really have nothing profound to say, but noticed I hadn't updated this in a while. Too busy. Too tired. And my life is being consumed by the wedding, and I'm absolutely certain no one wants to read every detail about wedding planning. So. That's all I've got.