All Right, I'm Really Scraping the Bottom of the Barrel for Quizzes Now...

I've just been told by the Wedding Date Predictor that: "YOU WILL BE MARRIED BY: Saturday, September 24, 2005." I'm sure that would utterly delight my mother, but frankly I think there's a marginally better chance that I'll be killed when the world ends in a massive, catastrophic asteroid strike. Sorry, Mom.