Wow.
I leave the confines of my suburban abode for lunch, and suddenly my bride gets all wild on me and starts firing off paragraph after paragraph on her blog...but I digress...
Apparently Lauren was shopping at Patina or someplace that shills these quirky kind of books that poke fun at everything from marriage to housework because there is currently a picture on her facebook page. The picture is of a reluctant bride planner/agenda type thing. I just don't get it as I'm her wedding planner.
Seriously, just today I came up with the idea of a mini donut wagon at the reception, (if any of you know a Tom Thumb wagon francisee--I just made that word up--please let us know), and I also volunteered my services as a master origami paper folder. I would run a little booth and fold out images of all the party goers--for a small fee.
I also suggested a chuppah. "But I'm not jewish!" exclaimed my anti-bride. I patiently explained that a chuppah, while indeed in the jewish tradition, was basically just an arch to get married under and we could farm hers up with grapevine and wildflowers and stuff.
This is just a thankless job.
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