Here's Where We Stand

Okay, this is what we've got:

a wedding date
a location
a photographer

and of course, a groom. (We supply the bride.)

Here's what we don't got:

a wedding gown
a dress for the maid of honor
a dress for the MOTB (mother of the bride -- me!)
invitations and other printed stuff
a DJ
a wedding officiant
favors
hotel reservations
hairdresser/make-up people

Hmm. I'm thinking some of that is going to be important.

Okay, okay, we really don't need all of that stuff now, or yet. I'm not looking for a dress until I lose more weight, and neither is K, I think. The DJ and officiant are up to R and the SnL.  The hairdresser is the same guy who's been doing our hair for the last 18 years, and he has the date, we just don't have a formal arrangement yet. *sigh*

I guess it's the wedding gown that we need to get moving on. Those things take forever to come in once they're ordered. Even the cheap ones.

So, can you tell I've been up to my aching teeth in wedding stuff this morning? It's the firm booking of the photographer, whose services cost approximately what I paid for my last car. But his work is really beautiful, and the albums (hand-made in Italy, no less) are gorgeous. I do think it's interesting that for my own wedding, I was satisfied with a cheap album with slots to slip the pictures into the pre-matted pages. But I want to see my own kid's wedding preserved in hand-bound Italian craftsmanship.

I have a toothache that is splitting my head open. I'm guessing a cracked root, which I had once before. If that's the case, I'll have this sucker pulled right out, and since it's not on the bad sinus side, the dentist can put an implant in there if he wants to (unlike the other side.) What I will not do is root canal. I'm not afraid of root canal or of the pain, but I don't have confidence in it as a treatment that works for me. I had two root canals on the last tooth that it turned out  had a cracked root and got pulled. I'd rather cut to the chase.

I'm making some kind of drumsticks for dinner tonight, and spaghetti squash. (After the dentist, that is.) Until then, I'll just be sitting here, deleting horrible old YA fiction from the library collection.