is for the birds.
We have made exactly one decision, and already we've made a complete hash of things. Everyone is upset, I am developing ulcers and now contemplating a drive-through in Vegas to have Elvis officiate. As far as I can tell, wedding planning involves a series of seemingly inconsequential decisions imbued with far too much meaning and importance. It's a complete minefield - a battle of wills rife with family politics, hurt feelings, and bruised toes.
Does anyone have an exhaust pipe I can suck on?
Portrait of Henri Matisse by Henri Cartier-Bresson.
