Thursday

My Apologies:

I've been hog-tied in the back of a grand am.

Which is code for moving.

It took 4 1/2 painful hours to move and we still aren't done unpacking. I hate the process. I want to just plop down for about 3 yrs and not move until I'm married (hopefully that will happen in the next 3 years . . . my estimated age of marriage is 25 so it is possible).

(Here is my marriage time table: After meeting there will be about a year or so of time to realize we like each other. Once dating begins it will probably be 6+ months before engagement. After engagement it will probably be another 6 months before the wedding. If God goes by the same time table, I should be hitched by the age of 25. Which means Ms. Whosoever should be popping into existence shortly, whoohoo! But until then the closest thing to romance in my life will be cooking dinner for Jerome (can I get a "whoo" flag?))

Luv,
Clay

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

whoo whoo... you got two of 'em!