Someday my pumpkin will come

I feel like Cinderella. Just dreading that moment when the clock will strike twelve and everything that's been in 2008 will disappear into thin air...leaving me with nothing but a pumpkin for a car and a tattered pair of Payless Shoes for the road.

I can't decide which is the better mode of transportation. The pumpkin or the crappy shoes.

(Sorry. The blisters I got from my First Communion shoes that my parents got for me at Payless have left me permanently scorned).

Today is Seth's and my five month anniversary.

(Happy anniversary honey).

For a girl that's had failed one relationship, not to mention non-relationship relationship, after another, I'm just waiting for my bubble to burst. The moment when I get a chunk of broccoli in my teeth, Seth takes one look at me and says, "Well. This was fun. I'm out of here."

Well. Maybe not that ridiculous of a situation. But you catch my drift.

Everyone talks about the honeymoon period-- the beginning of a relationship where everything is just marvelous and no one farts and life is nothing but roses. But how can you tell when the beginning makes way for the middle? Or can a relationship just be that happy?

I mean honestly. And they lived happily ever after? I thought that was only in fairy tales.