Tomorrow is Another Day

Ok... I've stopped feeling sorry for myself (the bag of White Fudge Chunky Chips Ahoy is helping immensely). Things, I'm sure, will get worse as the day progresses.

Don't think Cory's getting off scot-free. He's been sent to Missouri with an assignment. Since this will be one of the last weddings either of us go to before our own wedding, I've told him to take mental notes on everything, decide what he likes and doesn't like, and return with suggestions and ideas for our own wedding.

I also armed him with a camera, so there'd better be lots of pictures when he returns.