Cocktail Hour

Work style cocktail hour anyway. A diet coke and trail mix. Mmmm...salty, sweet goodness.

I have too many balls in the air & I'm afraid that if I stop today, they're all going to come crashing. Nothing scary, just don't want to miss some important detail. I've actually caught myself with inside-out underwear TWICE in a month. A friendly reminder to myself- the cotton square faces UP! If I die in a car crash with inside out underwear, they'll think I was re-wearing dirties and I'd be embarrassed. Mr. M. does a great job of keeping up with our laundry, for the record. (And AER too!)

But I digress....

Items recently crossed off my to-do list:
-Save the Dates (sent)
-30th Birthday party for KAS (planned)
-Pants that used to be too tight (fit)
-Honeymoon to Nevis (booked)
-Wedding flights (booked)
-Bike (clean)
-Invites to NJ party (ready...almost)
-NJ Party planned (getting there)
-Rehearsal dinner (location decided)
-Ironman LP 2008 (registered)

I'm tired. QUICK CHECK- all items currently being juggled are still in motion- WHEW!

Yes, tucked in there at the bottom. Ironman. Just 7 measley letters that will rock my world. For 10 months. And 13 (if I'm lucky) hours. SO. In addition to the mundane wedding details, thoughts on running, poop, food, please note IM to follow.

Well. My mini happy hour is over. 30 minutes to clean off my desk, 2 and a half hours to friendie dinner time, 17 days until Timberman, 5 months 11 days until the wedding and 11 months 19 days to IMLP.....

...but who's counting?