Me and milady are in sort of limbo similar like what moviescript writers call "development hell:" the studio buys your script but you sit around for month after purgatorial month waiting to see if the execs really want to make the dang thing into a movie.
We're waiting for two really really good wedding locations to try bring their prices down somewhere towards reality. Until the prices drop past the trigger point, we're just kind of drifting. I'm not booking my flight to Africa until this is settled, so the malaise continues to creep.
Productivity levels are sub-nil: Today she was home sick, and we pased an hour looking up naughty words on Google Images. We are total boogies.
Update: "America's Next Top Model" is now in the background (ok, foreground), and Tyra Banks used the word editorial as complementary adjective. Great Dante's Donuts.
