No, not overwhelming in the least.
On a totally separate and unrelated note, one of my coworkers told me that when we get back from our honeymoon she's going to make me a loaf of homemade French bread. She told me that yesterday and I've been salivating over it for a solid 24 hours at least. Only 24 days to go until the homemade French bread...
Another of my coworkers keeps saying to me, "You're basically starving yourself and when you get to Turkey you probably won't even like anything!" to which I reply, "Gwen, by the time we get to Turkey I'll be so hungry I'll probably eat a roasted rat on a stick and think it's the best thing ever." Then we all guffaw and chortle.
OH and here's something else: last night I was at Keith's house and he was at Wal Mart and there were these a-hole raccoons out on the back deck, and the dogs were inside and they were going INSANE. I mean these dogs would not shut up and it was really interrupting my important task of rewatching Parenthood (if you've never watched it then start NOW) so I really had no choice but to storm over to the sliding glass door and shoot those a-holes with a BB gun.
And then they ran into the BB gun bullets. They ran into the BB gun bullets nine times.
Just kidding, was only three. But I really didn't want to miss an opportunity to quote Chicago.
One last thing: click here for me pretty please. And yes of course I did shill pads throughout the rest of this post and I didn't tell you 'til now.