worked late on some lovingly crafted code tonight, and I was just about to head to bed when it hit me:
One of the largest events of my life is fast approaching, and other than the occasional decision-making or invitation-sending, I haven't had a moment of concern over the significance. Who's in charge of the betting pool? I'll put $10 in for the ton-o-bricks to hit me on June 23rd.
Now who's running the pool for "distance from which his terrified scream is still audible" ?
Of course I'm joking about this [and now lying about it], and I'm sure all of my nervousness ended the moment she said "I does." What could I possibly worry about at this point? The deed is essentially done - the final nails have been driven into the, uh, sign above the door that says "Welcome to Andrew & Sally's House of Leisure & Cricket."
So I'm gonna go to bed, as originally intended, and we can just forget this little conversation. I don't know what the heck you're doing up this late anyway; Get a job or something. I'm going to start calling you Eddie if you keep this up.