So we're back...

We took off for a long Labor Day weekend with some friends and headed down Atlanta way for a nerdy-type convention, wherin many things were learned, not the least of which is that Janna and I travel well together, we can function on virtually no sleep and that a Waffle House visit remains on our list of things to do.

It's back to business. With our caterer all but selected it's time to work on the axis of evil / the Triad of Doom / the Big 3 (insert clever nom de plume here)...basically we need to pick out a florist, a DJ and a photographer. I'm not dreading these by any means, but our big decisions have been full of good luck so far, since they sort of came easy. We knew what church we wanted, what reception hall and the hall happily limited our options to 5 parts sucky and 1 part awesome. Now, I'm sort of feeling..."What? We have to make decisions? But it's our wedding?" I expect options written on gold edged cards delivered to me on a silver platter...preferably with a large tankard of ale or wine riding shotgun. I will then choose from said options by deciding which one is the neatest looking (Like none of us has EVER picked out a bottle of wine or a book like that).

Every time I think we've got the Wedding Hound on a tight leash, he (she) pulls the leash out of my hand, chases the neighbor kids up a tree and digs up a few bones. Bridesmaid dresses, hotel, invitations, photos, photo booth, flowers, music, DJ... There were people who warned me that at some point, I'd want to throw my hands and our carefully written notes placed in a carefully organized wedding folder up in the air and scream "ELOPE? WHY NOT?" ...well I don't, so bite me. I think I speak for the both of us when I say that picking all this stuff is fun because it's for, you know, our WEDDIN!!!! It's more of having no idea where to start and finding the time. We are both quite capable of putting our shoulders to the wheel and it's not like we're raising a barn or anything. However, if anyone wants to just, you know, make some decisions for us so that we can just lay back Cleopatra style and drink frozen drinks with paper umbrellas, that'd be great...