What is more grueling than a potentially career-defining test? What is so intense that it has me pondering the likelyhood of coming down with post-traumatic stress disorder? What activity, undertook by millions of people each year, has me whimpering with fatigue and gasping for fresh air?

None other that the incredible saga of registering for my up and coming wedding.

Alas, my brief respite (desperately needed) is about to come to an end (as soon as I finish this post, no less). For my break I ate 5 Oreos, changed the oil in my car, and inhaled sweet deep breaths of cold, fresh air. I’m stalling for time…but no, I must go–and join my courageous companion for the last leg of our journey.