Romance

I just adore weddings. Especially outdoor weddings in November with hundreds of people I don't know and my child whining the entire time about how cold and hungry she is. I mean, how can you not bawl your damn eyes out in the midst of true love being declared, unabashedly, in front of the world! Or at least the dog lovers of Oak Park.

Yep, I attended the Oak park Dog Wedding with F and my sis. It was cold, crowded, and pretty fun until it became really boring, too cold and sort of sad. Every dog looked slightly miserable- I was thinking how hilariously campy the whole thing would be, and it was. What was wrong, then? Something felt really bad about this event.

I'm thinking when this happens, it's usually my big old stupid dumb dumb stupid brain ruining all the campy fun. Or maybe there really was something depressing about the whole thing. Let's wait until Kate-The-Therapist weighs in on this, because I just don't trust my feelings while I'm in the middle of getting my house ready to sell. I'm craaaaaaaazy.

Here are some pics: