When our realtor told us that we should have our own tv show because we were getting married and buying a house in the space of less than two months, I thought, oh, whatever, we can handle it.
As I sat in the house last night staring at the walls covered in spackle, having just got off the phone with my mother to discuss centerpieces and pondering both the shower thank-yous I have yet to write and my still unfinished comp question, I began to reconsider his idea. Only now all I can think is, HELP!!!
If B and I don't strangle each other before we get to the altar, I really think we'll be avle to make it through anything.
Deep breath. Ok. On to dissertation interviews, can inspection, and more sanding.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
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