--53 days.

--Well done, Laz!
From encyclopedia.com:
"FIFTY-FOUR FORTY OR FIGHT [Fifty-four forty or fight] in U.S. history, phrase commonly used by extremists in the controversy with Great Britain over the Oregon country. The rights of the United States, they maintained, extended to the whole region, i.e., to lat. 54°40?N, the recognized southern boundary of Russian America. It was used as a campaign slogan in the presidential election of 1844 by Democrat James K. Polk , who was elected."

And, as a bonus, here are the lyrics to one of my favorites, "James K. Polk" by They Might Be Giants (I forgot the line about the Oregon Territory):

In 1844, the Democrats were split
The three nominees for the presidential candidate
Were Martin Van Buren, a former president and an abolitionist
James Buchanan, a moderate
Louis Cass, a general and expansionist
From Nashville came a dark horse riding up
He was James K. Polk, Napoleon of the Stump

Austere, severe, he held few people dear
His oratory filled his foes with fear
The factions soon agreed
He's just the man we need
To bring about victory
Fulfill our manifest destiny
And annex the land the Mexicans command
And when the votes were cast the winner was
Mister James K. Polk, Napoleon of the Stump

In four short years he met his every goal
He seized the whole southwest from Mexico
Made sure the tarriffs fell
And made the English sell
The Oregon territory
He built an independent treasury
Having done all this he sought no second term
But precious few have mourned the passing of
Mister James K. Polk, our eleventh president
Young Hickory, Napoleon of the Stump.

--That's all I got today, so far...much work to do. :)

--54 days. You know, I'm a history geek...you know why? Because the number 54 always reminded me of "Fifty-Four Forty or Fight!"...though, what President was that? Was that Grover Cleveland? Yes, I'm a total history geek...but I know one of you has the answer out there.

--Finally, today, my legs stopped hurting from standing during the entire bridal shower. I must have been leaning to my left a little, because yesterday, my left leg from the thigh all the way down to the toes was excruciatingly bad. I could barely walk. Today, it's still a little sore, but not noticeably so, and it should be fine tomorrow. But hey, the price you pay for fine gifts...thank you to all of you who attended that might be reading this or who sent gifts in lieu of attendance. We're really happy with all of it...really.

--In fact, we busted out the George Foreman grill last night to make hamburgers. It may very well become my new best friend in the kitchen...it had nearly become that when I lived with Butch and he had one, so it wouldn't be the first time I took to an appliance. It's so simple! And thus endeth my infomercial for the George Foreman grill...

--Two more days until March Madness, and less than a week until my less-heralded-than-the-Laz-outing trip to Vegas. Don't know if I'll get a ton of time to do any gambling or game-watching, but I'm hoping to lay down the law later in the week to watch some of the games at a sportsbook...just to experience the excitement and all that. But we'll see, right?

--That's about it for now...other than, right now, I'm only five regrets away from having more regrets RSVPs than accepts...as of now, it stands at 26 accepts, 21 regrets. Whereas Gina has something like 36 accepts and 4 regrets. I've got some catching up to do. :)