I'm not sure what to write here. I'm working, but there is actually no work to do at the moment and I feel like posting, because I haven't in quite a while, but really don't have much interesting to say.

J and I met with the wedding planner today. She had a brief falling off the face of the earth, causing me to have a brief mental breakdown, but now all is well--I think. J says he doesn't really trust her and I am not sure if I do, but am willing to risk it on her. She made some bad choices in the past and it's hard not to remember that when you are trusting her with quite a bit of your money and one of the most important days in your life. However, like I rationalized to J--if she totally screws us over, we'll still be married at the end of the day. People will just have to eat cake with their hands and sit at random and undecorated tables in a really dark and brown Elk's lodge.

On the other hand, if she does NOT screw us over, a bunch of little things will be taken care of and the reception hall will look like a palace. I'd rather she did it or nobody did. Stupid, I know. She talks a lot--about stuff I don't really care about. J said I looked bored out of my mind when she was talking about non-wedding stuff today during our meeting. He kept waiting for a turd to fall out of my mouth.

I keep looking at the pictures of me at my dress fitting and can't believe it's FINALLY going to happen. I just want to be married to this man so bad. Our premarital counseling is very interesting and for next week we have to come with our own set of rules on FIGHTING FAIR.
Today we were cuddling during a 30 mn. break between work and school and stuff and I told him to try to "attack" me--like a rapist might--but WITH clothes on. He didn't fight fair. He licked my face. I hate that. That's going on our list: No licking of the face!