The 'F' Bomb

Despite my initial discomfort with the term, 'fiance', I now find myself dropping that F bomb pretty much everywhere.

I noticed the other day on the set of a television pilot, that anyone who spoke to me heard the 'f' word about three to four times.  At one point, I realized just how much I was saying it and felt like an idiot.  Like the teenage girl who has her first boyfriend and makes sure to mention him to anyone who will listen (yes, that was me as well).  I remember once a girl saying to me: I get it.  You have a boyfriend.

It must be like that now.  The world gets it Sarah.  I am engaged.

Besides holding my left had at awkward angles and caressing my face at every opportunity, I am now beginning conversations like this:  "My fiance and I love cross-country skiing!  I'll have a non-fat Hazelnut Latte please" or "My fiance once had a pet turtle.  Robson is five blocks that way."

It's pretty ridiculous.

I'm just so . . . . what's the word?  Oh right.  Happy.  And I intend to suck every ounce of bridal attention I can get in this next year and a half.  I only get to say 'fiance' for a brief amount of time in the grand scheme of things, so I am going to make sure I am sick of the word when it's time to move on to husband.  Oh god, husband.  That sounds so . . . . non-bridal.