I may or may not be asking for help...

Welp. Mom comes home tomorrow. Finally. I am proud to say that I did laundry AND cleaned today... This wife thing is going to be a cinch. Ha. I'm also proud to say I have been to the gym three days in a row. Talk about impressive.

Tonight I got to play with my future hubby, and we spent most of the night running around Hooper. We stopped first across the street from his house to visit his neighbor, and my old tumbling coach. Second was a visit to Ralph (whose real name is Brandon but everyone calls him Ralph because Dewy's family is slightly odd that way) and Shelby's. We played with their four boys and I got to read stories to the littlest rugrat Coy. Such a cutie. The kid is 2 and knows his ABCs... who does that?? Genius.

I feel like I have a trillion and three ideas zooming around in my brain. Wedding plans, Winter girls camp plans, Summer girls camp plans (Callings... sheesh) and I have no idea where to even begin. I'm calling on all organized folk. HELP. I think I am getting girls camps taken care of ok but I have no idea what to even start with for this wedding. Dewy and I looked at Honeymoon places last night and that was fun. Of course that would be the ONLY thing he wants to help plan. Ha. It's slightly my fault however because his first helpful planning ideas were to have the luncheon at Chuck-a-rama (which makes me CHUNK-a-rama) and to have his groomsmen wear turquoise shirts and red ties... I'm sorry?? His next brilliant plan was to have the men wear GOLF POLOS! I guess my lack of enthusiasm and possibly the fact that I dismiss his ideas like last nights meatloaf could contribute to the fact that he doesn't want any say in anything anymore. My father is hereby banned from being anywhere near wedding plans, because all he does is put crazy notions into Dewy's head (golf polos) and it takes me a lot of prodding, time, and kissing to change his mind. 102 days left... 102 days.