I've found that lately, as it's been getting closer and closer to the wedding, I've been thinking extremely mushy thoughts. And they've been out of the blue, too. I walk home from work with a big silly grin on my face most of the time. I apologize in advance for killing all of you who are going to be choking on your own vomit in response to the warm fuzzies. But I can't stop them from coming so you must all suffer.
I got a dozen red roses from my fiance today! The card says "Just one more month! Are you ready for a life with me?" I kissed him a lot when I got home for lunch. :)
Side note: It's weird to get flowers and open the card and read mushy notes when they're in a strange woman's handwriting.
