Never in a million years would I imagine myself actually NOT WORKING after my wedding. But it's true, because the starting date won't be till next month, I've found myself in the shoes of a stay-at-home wife, the type who goes to the gym at 9 am in the morning and hangs out at shopping centres watching the people walk past, and then spends the afternoon at my mom's place before retiring home by 5 pm to prepare dinner for the Good Husband who will be home from work by 7.30 pm.

Aduh, cannot lah this. I think I'm going to ask Eric if he'd mind me pretending to work while actually surfing the net at his office. Or, I don't mind playing his mini PA (althought I suspect while we make a good married couple, we won't work very well together).