There's a lot to do.

I'm getting married soon, and I have a fabulous sunglasses tan line from Sunday that makes me look like I have these huge, white raccoon eyes. Highly attractive. 

I graduated. I'm like a real, live person now.  Whoohoo. 

We have a home. It too is fantastic... although plain because we're poor and have no decorations whatsoever... minus the painting that I managed to commandeer from the backseat of my mother's car. 

This home makes me so happy, because there is no Welch to mess up the countertops with peanut butter/crumbs/poop. Dishes actually get done. There is no stench. 

I had a "bachelorette party." Sort of. I can't lie, I'm kind of disappointed about the whole thing. It was fun, but it wasn't a bachelorette party, minus the undies from Laura or the hideous springtime veil. If I could change the way things went, I definitely would. I suppose if that is the only thing I'm upset about, I shouldn't complain.  Not gonna lie, things should have been different.  I have very good friends though, who tried to make the best of the situation. 

I get married soon. KD keeps reminding me how many days are left.