25 days...19 hours... and 25 minutes

Not that I am counting, or anything.

So. Um. It's been awhile since I last posted!

Things have been a bit busy 'round these here parts. As a result, this post is gonna suck just a bit because I have to get back to the tedious (yet surprisingly fulfilling!) business of figuring out who sits where at the reception. Which - have I mentioned? - is in exactly 25 days, 19 hours, and 22 minutes.

Let's see... where was I when last we met?

Oh yes. Moving. It went well. We really like our new neighborhood. Unfortunately, our apartment is significantly smaller than our old one so our dining area doubles as a storage area, while our guest room is overrun with myriad wedding-related boxes and crafts. Martha Stewart would weep.

Also, the kitchen is the size of a Barbie townhouse, so I find myself turning on the Food Network and fantasizing over Giada De Laurentiis the clean and spacious granite countertops and ginormous and well-stocked cabinets and refrigerators. Since renovation is not compatible with renting, I suppose after the wedding we'll have to rent some storage space somewhere, but for now our cats are thoroughly enjoying the playground that has become our apartment.

We also welcomed our niece Saylor to the world in October. She is just beautiful and may have a future in sumo wrestling.



We are hopeful.

After a wonderful visit home to DC over the holidays, we are now fully immersed in tackling last minute wedding details. Predictably, we're very excited. And not stressed at all! No! After all, we only have a million and two things left to do... and, oh, 25 days... 18 hours... and 42 minutes to do them all in...

P.S. This isn't a political blog, but just wanted to say how out of my head excited I am about this inauguration. We pretty much worship the Obamas and I am totally not kidding when I tell you we are dropping their wedding invitation in the mail tomorrow.