Here's my two weeks notice, Singlehood.
I've found something - rather, someone - that fits me better than I could have hoped.
He's a dynamic kind, with a surprising range of skills rarely found in one person. In just the last two days I have witnessed him back flipping in the wee hours at the Salt Flats, and woo me silly dancing at the State Capitol during our wedding photo shoot (thanks to my ultra-talented uncle Tim Pannell), and spend the next day in the back-breaking task of lugging all my stuff three stories up to our first home. He built stilts for our bed with his bare hands and rugged know-how and manages to surprise me daily with all the things he can do. Most of all, he makes me forget about anyone else - and yes, Singlehood, that means you.
Yep, two weeks, and I'm gone for good. Joining the Married Club, and I couldn't be happier about it.