Misnomer…

I have a confession to make.

I am not Mrs. Huck.

At least not for another twenty-two days.

I am trying my best to enjoy the last few weeks of my “Misshood.” Our impending nuptials have me excited, exhausted and impatient for the day to arrive.

As I write this, I have a to-do list of urgent items I’ve been putting off swirling through my mind.

• Finish the spreadsheet you should have completed last night

• Email a follow-up to that board member

• Choose a perfect song for every dance, video, processional and recessional for the wedding (make sure they all manage to be classic but not ‘done to death’ and distinct without being kooky.)

• Schedule a dentist appointment to address your newly acquired nocturnal teeth grinding

• And for God’s sake…can you please grab a broom to tackle the army of dust bunnies already?! (It’s an unpopular opinion, but I miss wall-to-wall carpeting - it’s just so much better at corralling and hiding dust.)

Mr. Huck is ever the picture of composure.