Wedding Disfavors

I have a lot going on with this wedding dealie. The biggest of my tasks, and I say that cautiously because I'm probably forgetting something crucial like OH GOD THE WEDDING RING, is creating the favor for our wedding. You know how some intelligent people choose a mass-produced good for their wedding favor, and then they can just write a check for $2 each and forget about the whole thing? Friends, we are not those people.

Not only can we not mass-produce this special gift, but a lot of thought has to be put into the design of it. I know what you're thinking the favor is: custom gold medallions for each guest. You're close; a gift like that would really combine my love of shiny things and going broke. But no, it's something better. Unfortunately, making something good often takes time.

Anyway, on to crazier matters. Do you ever wake up from a scary dream to find yourself about to scream loudly? Perhaps you're yelling a little bit, but you're just warming the pipes up to really scream it up?

I had something like that last night, where I dreamed that Gollum from Lord of the Rings was lose in the house. Just as I was getting the GGGEEEEE part of my planned "GET OUTTA HERE!" yell, Laura woke me up and asked what the hell was wrong with me. If there's anything to learn here, I guess it's that, when you think Gollum has snuck into your house, verify before launching into your night terrors.