I am HORRENDOUSLY (did i spell that right?) sick to my stomach. I'm not sure if its because Jackson is ghetto and we're under a boil alert and I definately have drank the water without boiling it, or that we leave town um, the day after tomorrow, and I still haven't packed and theres still a ton to be done, and I'm mondo stressed...or both.

I think I got about 3.5 hours of sleep last night. Not kidding. I got back from Andrew's at an ungodly hour this morning, largely due to the fact that about 11 PM Nicole and I got this hairbrianed idea to run to Walmart to get ribbon because our wedding programs, that we just started printing, mind you, needed a little something extra. So we started that little project at a rediculous time last night. And we were waiting for the things to print, so we were held up with that. We only made a dent.

Also, while in walmart, I dropped the carton of OJ and there was definately a "clean up in aisle 6." (seriously, there was.)

And Andrew's getting sick or getting a cold and thats not good.

Did I mention I haven't packed? And I realized ...there is a TON of stuff that I have to bring with me.

Also last night, Andrew and I were coming up with a playlist of songs to use as background music at our reception, and he definately insists that "I shot the sherriff" be on it. So I went between laughing hysterically because its so absurd, and vehmently yelling that we would not be having music about shooting people anywhere involved with our wedding. lol

I love him.

Nicole made us, or me, really, a paper chain count down thing.

Ten Days.

Or as Kate would put it,

TEN.