I am strong when I am on your shoulders.

[chestnutcurls]

100 DAYS! Yes, tomorrow we'll be in double digits. I can't believe it. I'm so excited, but sometimes when I think about how soon that is, I get a little freaked out. In a good way, but still. The other day I looked at Evan and said, "You know, it's going to be weird living with you." I mean, what do I know about living with a guy? I moved out of my family's house when my brother was fourteen, so that doesn't count. It'll be an experience. At the same time, it'll be nice to have a tough guy around. Last night I had a horrible encounter with a roach, and Evan stepped right in and took care of it. When I was too freaked later to even go into the kitchen to wash dishes, he did it for me. My hero. :)

I fell in love with a cake yesterday. I'm going to give the picture to the country club and see if they can make it. I showed it to Evan and he went nuts over it, which confirms that it's no ordinary cake- guys don't normally notice pastry aesthetics. :) Also, tonight my wedding makeup artist (aka the Mary Kay lady whom my sister babysits for) is going to do a trial run. It should be really fun. Yay!

I'm leaving for New Hampshire the day after tomorrow [/ominous Day After Tomorrow voice] and I haven't even started packing yet. I've been told to bring layers. New Englanders, will I be too hot in jeans? Please advise.

Wasn't the men's gymnastics last night amazing? I LOVE the Olympics. I love the pageantry and the teamwork and the pride of the winners. It reminds me of my band competition victories in high school (but, of course, on a much larger scale). I'm such a sap about that kind of stuff. Every night when they play clips of medal ceremonies over that Josh Groban song, I get all choked up. :) Anyway, Evan and I got into an interesting discussion about it and I thought it might be good for discussion: If you won an Olympic medal, would you rather win it alone, or as part of a team? Why or why not?