ready, set. . .

Well, everyone has to have a first post. So here goes. There was no proposal, no engagement ring, nada. Basically we found out we could rent our house again for another year and I called my grandmother and told her I thought that meant we would be getting married because we talked about having it at the house. I also told my mom. Finally, I had to tell Dylan because my mom told all my aunts and there was no going back. It took about three weeks for the idea to sink in with Dylan, but he's happy now. But, after going over the initial guest list and watching Dylan invite every loyal fan his band has, the house is out. So, we don't have a date. We don't have a venue. We don't have any money or a clue. But we do have a wedding blog. That's something, right?