Alright, I found a dress.

In the LAST store, on my LAST day with my mom on our mini-vacation-for-dress-shopping-excursion-thingy.

There were tears of dispair.

Then tears of joy.

Then McDonalds. Because hello, what ELSE would you eat to celebrate the finding of the dress to end all dresses forever and ever amen?

And we picked a venue.– a fancy schmancy cattle ranch on a beautiful 450 acres.  A cattle ranch whose lovely website, one of my bridesmaid’s told me after browsing, boasts the selling of bull semen.

Nice.