Congrats!! You have a Boyfriend??!

By age 7, I knew I wanted to be a lawyer. By age 15, I knew I never wanted to live in New York. By age 25, I knew that I never wanted to marry another lawyer. By age 26, I learned that life, much like myself, has a dry sense of humor and an appreciation for the ironic.

A little about me: I am 27, an attorney in New York City, getting married to my partner in crime, who is also a lawyer.

My fiancee, Mr. Muffin we will call him proposed to me in the middle of an airport. Well, he proposed to me the third official time in the middle of the airport. The first time was in his car after a dinner with his parents. The second time was later that evening at the parking lot of the airport. The third (and final time) was in the airport, following a hurried call to my father in Tennessee.

I enthusiastically said yes all three times and sent out a blast text to my friends, announcing my engagement. More than a few responded with something to the effect of "Congrats!! Um, you have a boyfriend?"

You see, Mr. Muffin and I had been dating one month and 6 days when he proposed, so understandably, I hadn't had a chance to even mention his existance to friends I don't talk to often.

Mr. Muffin and I are, if not individually, at least collectively, odd. And Type A. VERY Type A. One week after our engagement, we combined our bank accounts (we even have the checks with both our names on them!) and hired a wedding planner (more on her later). Two weeks after our engagement, we selected and secured our venue. Week three, we guerilla tasted barbecue places and cupcakes. Now, after only a month since we've been engaged we are finalizing catering proposals and interviewing photographers.

With each vendor we sign a contract with and each detail decided on, the amount of time I need to obsessively research goes down, and thus a blog is born!