Matrimonial Mayhem (Git 'er dun? Piece o' cake!)

Well, theknot.com (snob) doesn't think I've ticked a tremendous amount of 'to-do' off of my list, but I think I have. Today, I managed to contact a photographer who seems like a good bang for our buck (Houston, we have debt) and arrange a cake-meeting. (The Mister used approximately 54 exclamation points to express his delight over this new development.)

What's the first thing on everyone's mind when I call to make arrangments that makes me sound like brideious ineptious (Amy talk for: inept bride)? Where's the wedding? Where's the reception? Uh, Mobile?

Buzzer. Not the answer their looking for. Nooooo...they want a specific location for all of these things, so I ask The Mister to start looking it up. ... ... ... ... and he does! The Mister is valiantly phoning the Holy Men to see how much it will cost to unite us in marriage. (And here I thought all he was going to make an effort for was that cake meeting.) I've never been so impressed.

(Aside: The Mister loves cake. Possibly more than he loves me. I like cake, that is to say, I can devour a fourth of any decent sized cake in a day, paranoia about thigh mass not withstanding, but The Mister...The Mister loves cake so much, he'd throw a parade for it. Pause. I'm serious.)

So, my aside to the aside, where are we now? We have a cake appointment, and someone has been contacted to take all of our money and take beautiful pictures of him in a tux and me in a dress that I have yet to find in a church we have yet to book. After which time we will go on a honeymoon that I've penciled in meeting with AAA on Saturday to discuss. THERE. Progress, baby.