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.