Most wedding planning seems to be taking place while jogging. This means that either a) we will be in incredible shape come next summer or b) we will be in horrible shape and nothing will get planned.
Yesterday we picked out rings. That was way fun, possibly because the ladies at the jewelry store held a wine-tasting event that afternoon. Regardless, we picked out lovely palladium bands (had you ever heard of that stuff?), and mine will be set with a beautiful diamond C.'s aunt gave her years ago. I'm a sucker for that kind of thing.
Stay tuned for further important wedding decisions, such as: can Susan pull off strapless? Will we be overcome by a sudden desire to recreate Ellen & Portia's million dollar intimate celebrity wedding, plunging ourselves into debt from which we will never recover? And how much does an open bar cost, anyways?