Sweet Justice

There is a wonderful sense of satisfaction one gets when they feel that whatever wrongs have occurred, have been justly dealt with. For example, when you see the moron in the raised truck try to cut off the idiot in the hummer, then swerve quickly around the opposite side...

and find himself trapped behind a prius.

Or perhaps the socialite blonde chatting away on her cell-phone while swerving dangerously from side to side in her lane, and cutting off three different people, including myself...

sirens.

And then of course there was the man who was so concerned about keeping his spot in 5mph traffic, that he continually accelerrated to keep the least amount of room between himself and the poor little old lady in front of him. He then rear ended her, and I was able to change lanes, waving happily at the man who now greatly resembled a tomato.

Sweet Justice.

As wonderful as these incidents were, I was quickly reminded of where I was headed...

Not only will I be waking up at 5 in the morning this coming Thursday, I'll be getting four very large teeth yanked out of my aching head. Then I will be restricted to few food items, like mashed potatoes, pudding, and yogurt.

So disappointing.

The fun part is, after I've finished off the vicodin, I'll still look like a chipmunk... theodore, most likely. He's the chubby one right?

I guess the really good thing is that Nathan will be driving me to and from the appointment. He'll probably be laughing at me, but it's nice to know that I have someone who loves me enough to wake up at five in the morning to take me to get my teeth yanked from my gums.

My mom offered, I think they really want to see me, but she'll be visiting soon; and when she does, the planning will REALLY kick off. We're ready for a complete overhaul of all things wedding related. Bridesmaids dresses, flowers, cake, video, photography, music, venue.

The next seven months are going to make my head spin. There will be headaches and heartaches and frustrations, fights, tears, and yelling just to let it all out. But it's going to be worth it, because in the end, when we walk through those brightly lit doors, away from the music, through a shower of bubbles and rambunctious calls of "Git 'er done!", when we step into that fantastically decorated car and shut the door, he'll be mine. We start our lives together, complete with the ups and downs of joy and pain. Peace and war. Sickness and health. Richer and poorer. Till death do us part.