Two months later ...

It's about 1 in the morning on a school night, and in less than five hours the dogs will be demanding to go on a walk.

... And I can't get to sleep. It's less than three weeks 'til my wedding and I'm in freakout mode. Why? Because the first photographer I called might be unavailable for that weekend and my fallback option will be in Arkansas. So I've had to expand my search beyond Starkville. Second problem: we're reaching the end of the wedding fund. Good thing we're making our own cake, otherwise the final bill would be completely ridiculous for a ceremony involving less than twenty people. Seriously, the photographers I've spoken to charge nearly as much as we paid for the site and food. I'd better see something pretty impressive during the appointment ...

Belligerently yours,
Meredith