Hello again, team.
Hello friends and family,
The team here at wed-dog was delighted to learn that some of you are out there. How lovely. At this time, both of us are going a mile a minute trying to move, get married, and such as that. However, let us not forget we have a blog to maintain. I mean, come on: priorities. Am I right? Ha ha.
I want to thank all of you who came to the family engagement party this past weekend in Waco. We both had a wonderful time and enjoyed a much needed reprieve from the stress and worry that has gripped us of late--especially the week leading up to the party. We seemed to be like 21st century Jobs. I am surprised our dog didn't turn to salt or something. Fortunately, that is mostly behind us now and check this out: we ordered envelopes for our wedding invitations yesterday. "Envelopes?" Yes, well don't rain on our parade. We felt like we had accomplished very much, even though at this point, we had to have them overnighted to us (oops).
Yesterday, I went into Texas Art Supply to see if I could procure the elusive envelope (hey! I have been looking casually on the internet on at least four other occasions. Can I get an Amen?). The woman asked me "what are your colors?" Now, apparently this is a perfectly reasonable question, but I seriously have no idea what it means and Matt has not been able to input much either. I mean, my personal favorite color is undeniably red which Matt, bless him, also likes in abundance. Else we might kill anyone with our excessive amount of red stuff. But, my hair is brown. Matt's eyes are blue. My dress is...well, I don't really know what color that is (white? silver? cream? it looks different every time I see it). I don't know what the cake will look like (I haven't ordered it--eep!) and frankly, my maid of honor (my sister) is going to be seven months pregnant and she can really wear whatever she wants. So we return to the question of colors: I have no idea. Everything is going to be different, but I don't think that makes it ugly or something. Am I wrong here?
The thing is, each task in the wedding seems to take so long, I kind of looked at brochures until my eyes glazed over and then, I went to work the next day thinking things would fall into place. And truly, they have, but at this point, they're falling into place mostly on account of the existence of FedEx.
I'd say I'd do better next time, but that seems ominous. Matt and I did decide that if we live to see 50 years together, we're going to hire someone to do a super, obsessive job on our anniversary party. Although by then, who knows? We all may be living on the moon, owning personal jetpacks and robo-maids. If that is the case, I will hire a robo-planner for our 50th anniversary.
Okay, I know you really want pictures, so here are some. :)
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