Real Housewife-to-be of San Fran

They forgot to include me in this pic...

I am on day 8 of being a Real Housewife (to-be) of San Francisco. I have to say that is suits me just fine and the thought of returning to real work next week frightens me a bit. My routine has become pretty flawless and looks like something out of a cookie cutter magazine. It generally starts with dropping Ryan off at work with a kiss and sack lunch (albeit his 4 block commute), has an intermission of workout, yoga, errands, cooking dinner, a little TV, and finishes with a cuddly bedtime story.

While living my stint and gunning for a new series of RH, I have single-handedly unpacked all of my stuff, managed to squeeze all our stuff into the 892 sq. ft. we call home, organized the stuff for storage, made home-cooked meals each night, mailed packages, fended off the wolves of USAWP, gotten a facial, had my hair highlighted, and finished our engagement scrapbook pages.

Somehow, I have also managed to plan a few wedding details in there. Seems to me that my checklist is sittin' pretty at the moment:

• venue (check)
• band (check)
• florist (semi-check)
• dress (BIG check)
• save-the-dates (3/4 check)
• wedding website (check)
• caterer...work in progress
• cake...work in progress
• registry (98% check)

So I have to give credit to myself for getting (excuse my unladylike language here) sh*t done. I am like a personal assistant to myself on steroids right now. Ahh two more days of playtime then back to reality. If anyone has any helpful hints on how to maintain housewife-to-be status, feel free to share with me.