thank you YMCA for making me throw up a little.

For a while now, my Beyonce and I have been sitting on the sofa in the evening making remarks about our lack of physical fitness. Even though walking in the Savannah heat index of 120 might seem like a work out for some, it's not doing us much good. Tonight, we acted. There is a YMCA that is like 2.5 miles from our apt, so we went tonight and got a membership. Since the wedding is now less that 30 days away (23 to be exact) we were able to get a FAMILY MEMBERSHIP. Yes, you read correctly...a family membership. The man handed me the paper work, since the draft will come from my bank account, (since I am now the breadwinner haha) and they made me list my "family members" and their relationships. So, I had to write my name as Katie S. and then my Beyonce's name and HUSBAND. HUSBAND. I poked my Beyonce in the side and pointed to the blank. He gave me a half excited, half nervous smile as I wrote the long word, letter by letter...h...u...s...b...a...n...d.

For so long it's been just a deadline. It's things like this that make my heart go pitter patter. :0) So, thank you YMCA for making me throw up a little.