Stream of Conciousness (Or Something)

If I wasn't typing this on my phone, I'd show you a picture of the couple today and tomorrow is all about.

But I am.

Anyway... out of town, in a whole other state - one filled with corn - doing photography for a wedding. she (the bride) and her family mean a lot to me, and to be able to do this is an amazing privilege.

We saw a big, VERY green bus today. It said "Bowling Bus" on the side. My husband's navigation system on his phone told him to turn off the highway and into the middle of a cornfield. Or so he says.

When we left the City early this afternoon, my husband turned on his navigation program. He said, "Wow! It's THREE HOURS away from here?"
"Yes, it is."
"I didn't know that."
"But you looked at the map. You left Mapquest up on your computer. I saw it."
"Well, yeah, but I didn't realize how FAR it really was."
"Ok... so... did you just think that the middle of [the state next to us] had recently moved closer to us?"
He laughed. Hard.

I get to take most of my shots from the platform in front of the sanctuary tomorrow. Not feeling nervous or conspicuous at all... nope. Not me. Or maybe I am...

I also get to spend the entire day with the women in the wedding. Which I am for real looking forward to.

I decided 24 hours was close enough to the end of the no caffiene restriction the surgeon had ordered. My bladder feels like it's going to explode. I think she should have said no caffiene for at least THREE weeks.

How hard (or easy) is it to get addicted to vicodin?

I am running out of things to say.