amych, very cool!
I'm good, Cindy. Sick and tired of airplanes and hotel rooms, but still in one piece. DF is working his normal ridiculous hours, and managed to give us a scare the day before Father's Day that required a late-night trip to the ER. Thank heaven it was nothing serious--a combination of mild food poisoning, stress and overexertion. Scared the crap outta me, though. He's a whiny little boy when it comes to a cold, but when it's serious pain, he doesn't say a word, so when he said, "Take me to the hospital," I about had a stroke.
The world's prettiest wedding gown still hasn't arrived yet; then again it's not supposed to until mid-August. The bridesmaids' dresses arrived on Friday, a month early! My invitations should arrive on Thursday, and I have to pry addresses out of my parents' hands. I still need shoes, a veil, and a bustier, but for the most part the major plans are moving along. It's the small stuff that's going to kill me.