Tomorrow (Saturday) will be the start of the final 3 week countdown. It’s really getting hard to believe that only 21 days are left (I feel the chills already). I am very eager to start my life as a husband. Writting the word husband, and imagining myself as one feels more than weird but it feels nice.
Last night, I recieved all sorts of good advice from a very sincere Slovenian friend, regarding marriage and martial life. He said that all Slovenian men are trained to do the laundry, washing the dishes, ironing, cleaning, sweeping, etc… My sarcastic reply to him was that it doesn’t necessarly mean that he should do them. Being trained to do is something, and actually doing it is totally something else. He was amused by my comment, but none of the ladies attending the dinner felt the same way.
Am on my way to Alex now to finallize some of the pending matters regarding the wedding. I just can’t wait to have this running around finished. Can’t wait for my longest vacation in years. Can’t wait for the honeymoon.