Oh my giddy aunt

This is the site that greeted me yesterday morning on my mantlepiece:

Yep, I am that sad that I have been counting down and chalking it up and we are now in the 'days' as opposed to 'weeks' section.

I am getting married in 9 days. NINE DAYS!

And, of course there are still a million things to do including choosing a first dance. Yep. Still not got one. It is not so much that we can't find a song we like.... more that we can't dance. At all. Indeed, Steve and my first dance will actually be our first dance - we have never, ever danced together at a function before, not even swaying. Therefore all the fun, more 'us' songs are out of the question as the most we can muster is a cling and kiss and move very slowly dance. So we are aiming for emotional and slow, like slower than slow.

So far we have one option and we both love the song. Simple you say? It should be but for whatever reason neither of us is commiting to it which probably suggests something isn't right with it.

Onward we plod.....

Other things still to do include buying my knickers, working out what to have as my something old (don't suggest the knickers...), making CDs of all the music for the ceremony/drinks, actually deciding on all the music for the ceremony/drinks, making photo signs once my foam board comes, packing. Oh and all the little bits and pieces such as collecting bridemaid dresses, persuading groomsmen to try their suits on, collecting said suit, hair appointments and for some unfathomable reason, I decided it would be a good idea to shove a dentist appointment in as well. Why not?

Nine days and counting......