34 days until I become Jordan's wife, and my students can finally start calling me "Mrs." instead of "Miss" which they never remember to do anyway.
Jordan and I are spending Thanksgiving together in my apartment, just the two of us. Our first Thanksgiving. I'm excited. So much so that when he was gone last night at a youth thing for his new job, I cleaned the whole house. My mom would be proud. I did everything but laundry, and only that because I don't have a washer/dryer in the apartment.
I think I'm going to go get some bagels, if Einstien brothers is open now.