(sorry Tom Petty)
We're getting married in 116 days.  That's a lot of days, but I imagine that after the holidays it will come at me so fast I won't even realize what's happening until I'm laying, toned from all this working out I'm doing, in a hammock outside our villa in Ocho Rios calling for Jeeves to bring me some rum punch.  Knowing me, after a ( Read more... )

J's back, at least for now.  He has to leave again tomorrow for a 6-day trip to Rome.  When he was in Australia I did some serious cleaning.  This time I plan on making some major progress on my thesis.  Eek...I last looked at it in early May!  I thought it would go faster, but between a new job, moving, wedding planning, and trying to sleep ( Read more... )