Whatever. We made these last night (and yes, I realize they are birth announcements here, but we changed that):

And I'll be dressing sort of formal, so screw everyone else that shows up in jeans. My dress:

Anyway.

We had our last meeting with our one priest last night (the one we're doing prep with, not the one who's marrying us) and did our Pre-marital Investigation. Sounds scary right?

It wasn't so bad - just some questions like where were you babtized, do you go to mass, etc., etc. The one that made me crack up and turn bright red was something along the lines of, "Are you aware that there is a physical part of a married relationship?" This led to an interesting tangent about consumating a marriage. Then there was the "are you willing to do what you need to do physically to produce children?" question. Fun stuff to talk to a priest about, let me tell you. He also inquired about my physical and mental health and squirmed just a bit when I told him I had been in therapy lately. I blamed it on grief counseling and he relaxed, but I got the, why didn't you talk to your priest about this? vibe. Oh, well. I already admitted to not going to mass, so what do you want from me?

TJ put in our air conditioners yesterday, so I guess it's officially summer. It's funny, I realized last night that I swore up and down that we'd move somewhere with central air after that first summer in this apartment. Well, now we're going into our third summer and, although we're short on extra space, I really love it there. Which is good, considering the "confession" he laid on me over dinner - TJ applied to work for Obama's campaign. I think he expected me to be upset because we're talking major paycut, possibly him being on the road a lot, working crappy hours, and possible putting a kink in our home-buying plans if anything comes of it - but I'm actually pretty proud of him for even thinking about it. I guess we'll cross those bridges if and when we come to them.