This weekend, my friend took close to 200 pictures of me. We had about half an hour before the light waned and dusk fell.
Let me tell you, I dreaded this moment. The very thought made me want to cry, and I darn near had a panic attack. The closer the day came, the tighter the knot in my stomach grew. But the pictures turned out better than I imagined--thanks to my friends Kat-n-Joe.
So what do you think? Never mind, don't answer that. Just tell me I look pretty.