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Looking back at my recent posts I realize that I'm seeing fewer and fewer about my impending wedding. There are 38 days until the big event. We are moving in a week and a half and Mr. Diagnosis Deferred is in Puerto Rico on his week long bachelor extravaganza. Week long! Someone has gotten a bit big for his britches if you ask me...
Anyway, in the meantime I'm living among boxes and tolerating random prospective renters traipsing in and out of my apartment at odd hours.
I feel like the remaining wedding to-do's are tedious and boring. I'm in a bit of a funk. I'm ready for the honeymoon already.