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February 18, 2008
Yeah, I know. 12 days. This should give you some indication of what the last 12 days have been like.
So she shows up, we start talking, and she starts nervously biting her lip. "I have to be honest", she says. "We really do not have the budget for a caterer. My aunts are going to do the food, and we are keeping the ceremony small, it is at my parent's place. And the reason I am telling you this is because I had a meeting with another caterer, and after they gave me the bid I told them I would not be having a caterer, but I wanted to see what the process was like to sit and get a bid for my scrapbook they were kind of mad I wasted their time. So I sort of figured you would be mad at me for wasting your time. But I just think it would be really cool to have catering bids in my scrapbook."
I looked at The Partner, and without any explanations necessary we both said, "Thank God." Whether or not she was telling the truth, or was lying to cover that she already had a caterer, or just was a Cheerleader at Crazy High School in Crazy Town, it just didn't matter. All we cared about was that we did not have to risk having her as a potential client. We dodged a bullet. One of many in the last week and a half... Posted by Foodwhore at February 18, 2008 10:42 AM 
Speaking (writing) of bullets, here in TX it is legal to shoot someone in the back as they run off (biting their lip and clutching their binder/scrapbook). Used to think I had moved to crazy state, now I'm thinking not a bad policy! Posted by: Shelley at February 18, 2008 12:26 PM WTF?! Who are these whacko's? The scary part. They breed. Posted by: Bridget at February 18, 2008 01:19 PM Welcome back! We've missed you! Posted by: trish at February 18, 2008 05:41 PM Oh, kewl. A wedding scrapbook full of things we didn't do ...how about pictures of dresses I tried on but didn't buy ...or of guys I didn't marry ...or ...yep, she was head cheerleader at Crazy High School. Good thing you don't own a gun. Posted by: Nana at February 19, 2008 01:28 PM Sometimes all you get is to dream. Granted, it sucks to be on the other end. But still... Posted by: Q at February 19, 2008 02:16 PM each passing day does nothing for my faith in humanity. Posted by: leeann at February 19, 2008 07:34 PM Ooh, I think she (or her spiritual sister) was talking with us, too. Some days, working in the wedding industry makes me want to become a product photographer instead, taking pictures of little objects on a white background all day long. That can't talk. Posted by: Jeliza at February 19, 2008 07:56 PM Why? Why would you want catering info (that you didn't have) for your wedding scrapbook? Am I missing something here? One word: bizarre. Posted by: LisaInCT at February 20, 2008 05:12 AM You should have offered to show her your very sharp and extensive knife collection........ Posted by: CJ at February 20, 2008 06:25 AM What a wing-nut! Where do these people come from, seriously? Posted by: Sarcasta-Mom at February 20, 2008 11:39 AM This is proof that the scrapbooking trend has gone WAY too far. Posted by: Barbara at February 21, 2008 06:17 PM  |