10, 9, 8....

With 10 days to go, I’m experiencing serious name separation anxiety. How can I be TK if there’s no K? What will my friends call me? When I ran for vice president of the student council in 8th grade my slogan was: Don’t be dog, Vote for Katz! What happens if I run for President one day? What could possibly top that?

Luckily M returned from his bachelor party in South Beach with only a few scars. The poor thing took a bit of a whipping but luckily Dr. Pepper was there to nurse him back to health. Apparently the other TK had to sit through some stories that no brother should hear about their sister, but luckily none are true. So there.

And while M was in South Beach I was at a leadership training conference in San Diego. Note: people who know what they want, get what they want. And that’s some free advice for all of you. On my trip home I started a new book called Eat, Pray, Love. It’s a wonderful story about a woman who realizes she doesn’t want children, doesn’t want to be married and instead leaves everything for a romantic year of travel abroad and sexy Italian men. Nothing like a good story about divorce and noncommittal affairs to prepare me to get married next week…

I have devised an ingenious strategy to avoid crying when I walk down the aisle. I am playing Cannon in D over and over and over again on my work computer. I want to be so sick of the song by time I walk down the aisle that I’d rather scream than cry. My co-workers happen to think I’m crazy, but so does everyone else at this point, so why stop now.

Q: So how I am feeling with a little more than a week to go?
A: How you do think? I am totally wired. Could use a sedative.