300

I registered for a wedding website today, and it had one of those nifty counter-things. I returned to the home page to find this little nugget:

How has this snuck up on me? 300 days is like, wayyy less than a year. 65 days less, to be exact. Schnikeys. This is frightening. I still don’t have a wedding officiant yet. Who is marrying us in 300 days??? I don’t know. For another day, I suppose.

Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe now I will get my butt in gear and actually accomplish things from this point on. Wedding planning comes in waves. Perhaps this is the start of one.

I’ll let you know.