The Life

Got a job offer out of nowhere from The Other Paper, the competition, the hated other team. I took it. A little more money, a lot closer and all the creative freedom I could shake a stick at. Still, I just put in my two-weeks notice Friday (the day the other place gave me a definite yes), and now I have to work 10 days with the people I screwed over.
I'm a traitor, but at least not to myself.
The wedding stuff is nearing completion, though I still need a couple of addresses for invites (cm. for instance).
The real reason for this post is a request for wedding music, dance, sappy or humorous.
"Nice Day for a White Wedding" for instance.

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