Swiss Cake Rolls and Marital Bliss.

I must say that being married feels no different than the “dating” we were doing before. I mean, the actions don’t feel different. Some of the emotions felt a little stronger the week following (I cried at the drop of a hat), but I think even that is waning some. Thank goodness. However, it is interesting to see how things are put in different perspective now. For example: yesterday my mom and I went to see my grandfather at the rehab/nursing home (I hate going). He was sitting in his wheelchair in the lobby, looking out the window waiting for my grandmother to arrive for her daily visit. So then it got me thinking about Kim and I and what if one of us were in his situation – how it would feel to sit at the window all morning waiting for the other to come visit. And of course thinking about that made me cry. Then I started thinking about the fact that we live in Virginia and if I were in the hospital ICU or something she wouldn’t be able to visit me because it’s “family only.” Damn Virginia is retarded. You know what? If it’s my effing hospital room, I should be able to have a guest list. If I’m paying for the damn treatment, I get to say who can sit with me or not.

On a lighter note, Kim bought me more swiss cake rolls since I bitched non-stop about how my roommate ate 7 packs (from a 12 pack box) in three days. I came home on Thursday to discover one measly little pack left. I can’t wait to be out of that house (and living with my sweetie).

AAACCCKKK!!

The ceremony is in 9 days. I’m getting a *tad* nervous. Okay, maybe a lot nervous. I think there are more people coming than I had originally planned, and I get nervous in front of people.

I had a note on my desk today from Vicki – the woman who is performing the ceremony. It said “What is the alternate plan if it rains?” I wrote back “UMBRELLAS.”

Oh the joy. Do straight people have this level of anxiety about the big day?