535 Days to Go: Not quite the beginning...

But it'll do.

The groom snores away next to me. He spent nearly twenty minutes complaining about the sheets (magenta jersey knit Xhileration sheets from Target, if you must know).

There were so many better points at which to start documenting our impending lives together, but there's really no time like the present.

Of course, that leaves me to fill in a little back story.

The vital statistics are as follows:

-We're young. He's 22. I'm 25. Before somebody mumbles "Cougar," "Cradle robber," or any other snide remark about how "backward" this may seem, let me tell you how over it I am. Yes, yes I know. I've never dated guys younger than I, never given them the time of day. Well I'll be damned if that hasn't already come back to kick me in the ass. Loathe as I am to admit, you were all right. Age is relatively unimportant in matters of the heart (gag). Wanna buy a beer or run for federal office, then yes, age matters. Wanna fall in love and get hitched? So long as you're both consenting adults, who gives a shit?

-We're broke. Well, broke-ish. No, just flat broke. We're both liberal arts majors. I work part time at the library. He has yet to finish college, and I mean a few. Like three. And then off to the job market. But what about the tanking economy? you ask. Tanking? We're past tanking; we're tanked, my friend. And he's got a BA in English.

-We're getting married. Okay, this one might just be a little obvious. I keep saying it's not official, no ring or actual proposal. But we've already started a few essential little tasks. We still have soooooooo many more to go...

And thus, the meat of my...ahem, our blog. I say "our" like he might actually contribute. And who knows, he might, but I doubt it.

So how's that for an introduction? Pretty nice, huh?

Yeah, well I had a whole though process planned out and then I took a potty break. So this is what there is. For now.

I plan to update daily, more as a chronicle of this odyssey of insanity on which we've chosen to embark. I have plans for the information here, lest they "aft gang aglee" (bonus points if you recognize that).

Allow me to end with:

Nothing terribly interesting happened today. No camera yet means no pictures yet, but really, nothing photographic for day 535, so nothing missed.