Cause, ya know, I don't do this much anymore.
OK so we moved the wedding up to May. No particular reason but we're impatient people and a long engagement wasn't doing it.
In the meantime we spent most of the last weekend doing wedding things which was great because I needed a distraction from the final paper I'm supposed to have done already but I don't. Good thing I just wanted to have it done in advance but it really is due Thursday and I'm only about a page closer to being done than I was this weekend. Anyhow.
So we did the putting up Christmas lights thing, the Christmas tree decorating thing and stuff. We booked our Honeymoon to Scotland, finished our Save the Date/ Christmas cards, and that kinda thing. We hung out and pretty much sort of productively bummed around his house for a few days, hanging and just being together which was kind of nice since I hadn't really seen him without family supervision in a while. I've had a cold, we've both been busy, Thanksgiving created enough family times, etc.
One of the more amusing parts of the weekend was at one point, being the awesome finace that I am, I gave him a back massage. Afterward, we were laying back and Trent mentioned something about waking up and hearing something weird. He told me that I must have been a little stuffy and I wasn't snoring but when he woke up he noticed that I was breathing more deeply than usual and it startled him because I'm usually so quiet when I sleep. He was telling me that he could tell when I woke up because it was like I wasn't breathing anymore. It made me laugh.
And with that, it's late and I must sleep. Probably louder than usual, I'm still all stuffy and cold-y. But I have a whole paper to write tomorrow (ok really like 6 pages). so off I go to sleep and hopefully magically have all the intelligence to pull together a full length masters worthy paper that doesn't make me feel like an inadequate jerkhole who doesn't actually deserve to be in my program, cause that's how I feel right now.
In the meantime we spent most of the last weekend doing wedding things which was great because I needed a distraction from the final paper I'm supposed to have done already but I don't. Good thing I just wanted to have it done in advance but it really is due Thursday and I'm only about a page closer to being done than I was this weekend. Anyhow.
So we did the putting up Christmas lights thing, the Christmas tree decorating thing and stuff. We booked our Honeymoon to Scotland, finished our Save the Date/ Christmas cards, and that kinda thing. We hung out and pretty much sort of productively bummed around his house for a few days, hanging and just being together which was kind of nice since I hadn't really seen him without family supervision in a while. I've had a cold, we've both been busy, Thanksgiving created enough family times, etc.
One of the more amusing parts of the weekend was at one point, being the awesome finace that I am, I gave him a back massage. Afterward, we were laying back and Trent mentioned something about waking up and hearing something weird. He told me that I must have been a little stuffy and I wasn't snoring but when he woke up he noticed that I was breathing more deeply than usual and it startled him because I'm usually so quiet when I sleep. He was telling me that he could tell when I woke up because it was like I wasn't breathing anymore. It made me laugh.
And with that, it's late and I must sleep. Probably louder than usual, I'm still all stuffy and cold-y. But I have a whole paper to write tomorrow (ok really like 6 pages). so off I go to sleep and hopefully magically have all the intelligence to pull together a full length masters worthy paper that doesn't make me feel like an inadequate jerkhole who doesn't actually deserve to be in my program, cause that's how I feel right now.