Last month it occurred to me that since we are getting married on August 8, it means there are actually 7 months left before the wedding, not 8. I started to freak out a bit. And by a bit, I mean a lot. Oh, and since it's now February it means 6 months. eep!
We are tasked with finding a baker and to decide on a cake this weekend. We also are going to meet with a few florists and maybe a DJ or two (since it turns out my cousin E can't make it. Boo.)
Tonight we also started... The List.
I "borrowed" a piece of GatorBoard from work. Armed with a bunch of Sharpies and many colors of Post-Its, our hallway is now a hanging to do list. It feels so good to have that stuff out of my head and some place where it won't get forgotten. Then I look at how many stickies there are and a freak out just a bit more. Will feel better when I reach the point of more stickies coming off the board than are going on.
We are tasked with finding a baker and to decide on a cake this weekend. We also are going to meet with a few florists and maybe a DJ or two (since it turns out my cousin E can't make it. Boo.)
Tonight we also started... The List.
I "borrowed" a piece of GatorBoard from work. Armed with a bunch of Sharpies and many colors of Post-Its, our hallway is now a hanging to do list. It feels so good to have that stuff out of my head and some place where it won't get forgotten. Then I look at how many stickies there are and a freak out just a bit more. Will feel better when I reach the point of more stickies coming off the board than are going on.
Judging by the number of stickies having to do with alcohol I would say you are on the right track. ;) Really looking forward to the event.