Be afraid...

...Jimmy has discovered Bitstrips. It's entirely possible that you will see a number of these silly things, unless he gets distracted by something shiny.

T-minus 366

This conversation began by discussing the seventeen (17) Godzilla T-shirts Jimmy wants for Christmas. Seventeen, people. I'm not even discussing the Jerry Lewis DVDs, because then I get flustered and need to lie down.

ME: I guess I'd better get used to it, unless you've changed your mind about tomorrow.
HIM: Tomorrow?
ME: A year from tomorrow, that is.
HIM: Oh yeah! It's tomorrow!
ME: 366 days to go.
HIM: No, of course I haven't changed my mind.
ME: Unless we postpone again.
HIM: ... No.
ME: It was your idea. You said if I needed the vacation days for touring we should consider postponing to 2015 -
HIM: But you said you probably won't need the days, so I changed my mind, so NAH.
ME: So nah?
HIM: So nah.
ME: You realize that with us being exactly one year from doing this, we're actually going to have to get serious about planning this damn thing?
HIM: Yup. Instead of just hanging around wedding shows, where they all recognize us now.
ME: I'm afraid to go back to any of the shows, even for the discounts.
HIM: Not me. Free cake.
ME: ... Okay, this is stupid.
HIM: What?
ME: I'm actually nervous about how nervous I'm going to be a year from now.
HIM: *sporfle* Me too!
ME: Oh thank God.
HIM: I'm going to have butterflies in my stomach.
ME: Wait, why are YOU going to be nervous? This whole thing was your idea!
HIM: Because I'm the groom and that's my job!
ME: If you're going to be all nervous and everything, I guess we don't HAVE to...
HIM: HUSH. Don't SAY that.
ME: *giggle*
HIM: I love you.
ME: I sure hope so, otherwise this whole getting married thing is probably a bad idea. Of course, love and marriage often being mutually exclusive, but -
HIM: Hush, woman!
ME: Hee.
HIM: I love you and I'm going to marry you by God or Godzilla!
ME: *facepalm*