We set a wedding date.

September 4, 2004.

Yeah, that's right. 2004.

Two months from Sunday.

Yes, we were under the influence of Two Buck Chuck when we scheduled it. And yes, in the sober light of day it sounds crazy. But we're doing it. I want nothing more than to be with him and be married to him. So while it's adding a lot more to my already full plate, we're game.

That doesn't mean I won't be freaking out every few days. Because I will.

First freak out? I don't have a dress. Pretty key to the festivities, I'd say. That, finding a reception location (a nice restaurant with a private room that accommodates 30) and buying the invitation papers (as we'll do it ourselves) are tops on my list. Happily, I have the minister, the church and the photographer set. And lovely Lauren has already helped out with many suggestions in response to my freak out email to her. So things will be fine. Just fine.

Fine, I say.