So I'm up to my neck in "To Do's" and I think I'm really only feeling the rush now. Last week, people would ask me if I'm already nervous and I'm like... "Uhmm. No, why?" Now I get it. And I am not exuberant about my new-found emotion. 20 days to go and everything that RR & I have been working on would be out in the open for everyone to experience -- the blessing of our marriage.

Our boys, meaning groomsmen have all been fitted into their tuxes and that makes me so happy. 10 lbs off my back. And another 10 lbs because all our girls, meaning bridesmaids have their dresses! What's anticlimactic about all these though is that I have yet to have my dress hemmed and bustled. My seamstress found that my dress was too complicated for her to do, after 36 hrs of it hanging in her shop. Hopefully this shop I found, 15 exits away wouldn't back out on me anymore. Otherwise I will be lifting my skirt and dragging my train. So sartorially, I'm not 100% all set.

I'm excited and scared at the same time. I have yet to finalize my wedding flowers, seeing that schedules are always tricky. Also, in 20 days, most of our saved money will be debited from our joint account, gone forever, replaced with, hopefully, memorable services. I need to win in the lottery real soon.

Anyhoo, I've practically booked myself silly for the next few days. Running around town doing last minute stuff. I'd like to think everything is set, but with my flowers and dress still hanging someplace, undone, I don't think I can rest easy just yet. And this is the part I use a cliché... "So much to do, so little time." Only thing I'm looking forward to before THE day is my mom and brother flying in. And it's in exactly 10 days. Wooo!

So here we go.. Clock is ticking!