I don’t believe that my wedding is only 37 days away.
I don’t like traffic or driving in New Jersey. (This is not news). Dave and I both had cars yesterday. We met at a Costco in Clifton. It was very romantic. I tell Dave I am in bumper to bumper traffic. He says he sailed right there and that it should clear up and I’ll be there in 5 min.
I called in 15 min later to say you better start shopping without me because I had moved only about 20 centimeters.
Moral of the story: New Jersey hates me.
I don’t know why this guy in the McDonald’s on 42nd and Madison sits in the vestibule wearing a black SECURITY t-shirt. He is not there all the time. It is not a particularly crime ridden location (that I know of). It’s not like it’s so hot and trendy you need a bouncer.
I don’t know if there will ever be a time that I won’t want a burger for dinner. At least last night Dave and I shared one.
After we shared a buffalo chicken quesadilla for an appetizer but you know.
I don’t know how we are all going to survive a 10+ hour (I think) drive to the Outer Banks (beginning tomorrow). At least we are stopping near Baltimore on the way down!!
I don’t know what I want to eat for lunch.
I don’t know if my wedding dress will fit. I am hopeful as I went to M yesterday and have not gained anything significant since the last time I saw her which was ages ago.
I don’t know why I don’t work out/walk more as I love that half hour all by my lonesome on the treadmill or walking by the water.
I don’t know how to end this post. So I’m just going to. :)