My Days Are Numbered
When someone uses a phrase like “your days are numbered,” it’s usually associated with death. Example: “Your days are numbered, bimbo!” Alexis Carrington Colby Dexter Rowan in Dynasty: The Reunion (1991)
It struck me today that getting married means that certain days of my life are numbered:
118 days left of dissecting life with Janet while watching The Bachelor in our pjs.
118 days left until my parents start asking, “so when are you guys going to have kids?”
118 days left of not having to explain why I watched the same Lifetime movie four times in one week.
But then I am reminded that life is a series of comings and goings. By trying to hold on so tightly to what I have, I am forgetting that where I’m going can be just as beautiful. Chris’s uncle Sean and aunt Barb like to say, “all relationships have an end.” To this I say, “all relationships have new beginnings.”
So, Chris… in 118 days, you can become my new roommate. And Janet… in 118 days, you can become my lifelong friend. Chris… you will be forced to deal with the fact that I leave wet towels on the bed. Janet… you will have to put up with me coming over on a weekly basis to watch whatever show we’re obsessed with that season.
And mom, please don’t ask when we’re going to have kids for at least another year. 
Tags: cold feet about wedding, fear of getting married
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118 days till you stop writing this blog? Or will it keep going?
Awww, I love this! The time is going to fly so we def. have to take advantage. Tonight was so fun even if the movie suuucked.
And in 118 days (ok a few more - I’ll give you guys at least a week to get used to the new place), I’ll bring the wine! I look forward to many ABC Family Original Movies - I just hope Kim W-P is in them, instead of Melissa J H!
I love leaving wet towels on the bed.
When my sister got married, she kept a countdown on her MySpace page. I think it offended Brian (brother in law) a little bit, but then he thought it was cool.
I know how you feel. My wedding is 221 days away and it feels like tomorrow!
Um, I’ve started leaving wet towels on the bed, too. So clearly we’ve reached some kind of lowest common denominator compromise on lifestyle.