Just So Happens

Only one more month of being une mademoiselle.
Then I'll be a Mrs.
How weird will that be?

AND YET HOW EXCITING.

In approximately one month around this time, we will be making berth in the port, some of us a little more married than others.

And since we're doing countdown sorts of things: only two more Saturdays to sacrifice to the tax gods. I haven't gone running since Tuesday.
*shriek from audience*
I know, I know.
Shriek is a weird word. It's like Shrek, but not.
Still, I'll have a good two weeks between my birfday and my wayden to become more beach-bum-surfer-girl looking-ish.

Starting with... THE MALL opens the day after my birthday. Which, for the past 3 years, I have celebrated as my birthday. I also started the tradition of watching a Disney movie on my birthday last year. I think this year's movie shall be... the Little Mermaid.
Because she gets married on a boat in the end.
DISNEY IS JUST LIKE REAL LIFE YOU GUYS.

I kind of have to brag on my fiance a bit here.

So you know that new mower I was gushing about last post? It came on Tuesday. Mike had to put it together since I was still at work, and then he wanted to see how it worked, so he started mowing a bit in the back yard. And then suddenly, he was half way done and thought he might as well finish, so he did.

When I came home, I wanted to see how it worked, too. It's a little bit louder than I expected- so scratch the mowing at midnight idea. It sounds like a bike with metal cans tied to the tires. Also, I tried to mow with all the outside lights on, and it was still too dark to see, so scratch the mow at midnight idea AGAIN. I only got one of the side yards done.

The next day, I was still working crazy hours. So not only does Mike go pick up food for us to eat, but he also finished mowing the front lawn.

And he got off early from work today to take my sister to the airport.

I have typed and deleted so many sentences just now because I cannot explain in words how much this means to me.
I caint essplane it.
He has been such a rock the past few months.
Like a really good rock.
Like a rock that is so good you wish it was a person.
And he is.

Mike: Sleep is just a thing invented by people who wanted to sell mattresses.

Days are good and that's the way it should be,
TWS

Bright; Echosmith