Remember how I had all of those really adorable cake toppers picked out? And I was having trouble deciding between them all? Spirit animals and all that? True to form, I scrapped them all, and we’re doing something different. Two cranes. Cranes will be our wedding spirit animals– God knows we have about eleventy billion...
(or so I hope) Last week, we did the whole picking-a-definite-menu thing with our caterer. In our last meeting which was, ah, like forever ago, we gave him about eleventy-billion ideas and options. I was afraid that all of the ideas we had thrown out would just end up in some giant ramshackle mush of...
“JP, what’s your spirit animal?” “Uhhg, what are we talking about?” “Your spirit animal. You know, like, your… spirit animal.” “Um, a cat?” “Not manly enough. Plus, you call me Maus, so then our possible spirit animals would be mortal enemies.” “A wolf?” “No, you can’t be a wolf either. That’s a dog.” “Ok, well,...
