(Lauren never bothered to blog about having her engagement photos taken. I don't know; maybe I didn't give her enough time. But isn't a blog about being timely? Like you don't write about events in your life two weeks later. Right? Right?)
Okay, me first.
I never had engagement photos taken.
The closest I came was at a BBQ held for me and my betrothed one night before the wedding. I was super tired and crabby and my sister said we should go to the grocery store and pick up some chicken for dinner for me to eat. We had been fishing that day and caught a lot of fish, and that's what was on the agenda for dinner, but I'm not a big fish eater. It took me five minutes to choose my chicken and check out. Then my sister stopped by the magazine rack and asked me if I thought George Clooney was handsome. So weird. I just wanted to get home, but she decided we should go down by a smelly lighthouse and look around. We saw baby sharks and she took A LOT of time taking pictures of them. We arrived home to a surprise party, and there, on the deck, a picture was snapped of my me and my fiance. I look mean and bloated.
Check back in a couple of hours and I will give you my two cents on photographers. In the meantime, the result of my engagement photos, and subsequent marriage, demands breakfast. Probably the other half of the loaf of french bread.
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