As I mentioned yesterday,

it’s wedding central over here in my little world.

Both of my cousins from opposite sides of my family

are getting married.

Marisa will get married in October

and Cate will get married whenever her fiancé

gets to come home from Iraq.

(Cate is doing extremely well with it, by the way.)

On Sunday, both Marisa and Cate had wedding plans

so I had to divide and conquer, one bride at a time.

I began with Cate, the future army bride.

We headed deep into Chattanooga to look at a wedding venue.

After completing that little task,

we headed to try on a few wedding dresses.

Now, I can’t show you pictures of Cate in her dresses,

but I can tell you that she narrowed it down to three dresses.

Interestingly, none of the three look like each other.

I can, however, tell you that I found a dress I liked.

I doubt it would be flattering on me,

but I love the Emma-style dresses.

When we walked out of the bridal salon,

I had 17 minutes to make it to a different part of Chattanooga

to see Marisa model in a bridal show.

I hurried myself over there, parked illegally

and literally ran down the convention center concourse.

I arrived as the music was beginning

and about a minute later, Marisa came down the runway.

Marisa modeled three dresses during the show,

and I took 152 pictures of her on the runway.

And yes, those are angel wings on Marisa in the last picture.

Move over, Victoria,

’cause Marisa knows your secret.

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Now it is time for me to go to work.

Wish me luck this week, I’m going to need it.

No, really.  It’s only Tuesday and I’m already exhausted.

Event weeks = long, long hours = tired Amy Beth.

Also, I would just like you to know that

as I typed this entire post at 6-something in the morning,

Snuggles laid with his head on my leg.

This post has been brought to you by

two cousins getting married

one puppy wondering why I’m typing early in the morning

and a girl that now needs to go get ready for work.