first dance

I can finally say with almost complete confidence that we are getting married.

Last week, my fiance (I'll call him Chad - since that's his name) sent in the checks to reserve our date. So come July, at the very least he's getting married to someone (or having one heckuva "I'm-still-single" party).

We've got an appointment to talk food with the caterer and have even tackled the dreaded cake tasting. And yes, it was as horrible as you can imagine - five slices of cake so divine it would soften the grumpiest of demeanors.