It seems like yesterday I proposed to Ms. Laura Paul and our wedding (which she starting planning the very next day) was a million years away, a year anyway. Now I feel like one of those coma patients that wake up and find everyone wearing strange fashions and using weird gadgets and they have to explain to me that I haven't been asleep for just a day but 20 years. I literally can't wrap my head around the fact that the wedding is this weekend.
People keep asking if we're nervous and I say, no, not really. The only thing making us nervous is all the last minute shit that seems to be coming up...cause I thought we had like 4 more years to plan this thing. Thank god for beer and wine (my good friends), oh and Laura's been pretty good too (although a little stressy) sorry honey the cat is out of the bag, but I know it will all work out in the end.
Now I'm off to refill my wine glass and check my email to see if Walgreens has finished printing my damn pictures I uploaded to them to print for our wedding. Ya they'll be done by 8:10 pm my ass.
