I'm sure this is what people are thinking if they have talked to me in the past 2 weeks:

But I just can't help it! It's like word vomit. I don't want it to be the only thing I talk about, but it's all that will come out. I'm glad Jake doesn't mind talking about it. Well, if he does mind then he's not saying anything :) Actually he's been really great about it and I feel so fortunate to have a fiance that actually WANTS to help plan the wedding. He's been involved in every decision and while I know he just wants me to be happy with whatever we choose, he still voices his opinion and gets excited about everything. He's wonderful and I'm the luckiest girl in the world. And, let's face it, he's the luckiest guy in the world cause I'm pretty awesome too. So the wedding is less than 6 months away...everyone can put up with the word vomit for a measly 6 months, right?

On a non wedding related note (I guess I do have other things to say)....I fell while running today. It was about time for my semi-annual fall so I shouldn't be surprised, but my arm hurts so much! I think it's a muscle spasm or something. Usually there aren't many people outside at around 5:30 in the morning, but luckily some fortunate neighbor decided to take out his trash at this early hour and witnessed my fall. He asked if I was alright, I said yes, and then he said "ahh" like you poor little person you. As much as the fall hurt my arm, I was still laughing in my head when it happened because, seriously, how is it possible that falling while running is pretty much my "thing"? It's ridiculous. The end.