Married life

Married life isn't bad. Or, it's exactly as unmarried life to be exact. Except there's a ring on my finger. Which isn't strange either, as I usually wear rings. But it's still something I have to get used to. My hand looks very unfamiliar, very... huh? what happened?

We reviewed the photos from the photographer this wednesday. Oh man... They were so pretty! I'm extremely uncomfortable in front of a camera (the reason probably, why I enjoy myself so much behind one), and not one that photographs well, but he had managed some stunning shots.

It's the same photographer that did the ones of our piggies, so we kinda knew he was good (and that's why I called him in the first place). But that good? We ended up buying the rights for the best shots. Otherwise we would have to order copies through him, and for a photo freak like me that would be intolerable. I mean, if it was just one shot that turned out fine, it wouldn't have been a problem, but a whole bunch? Yeah.

I'm still nagging mum to send me her photos. So far only Hubby's sister and our friend who was the paparazzi of the day has given us photos, and I want to see all of them before I decide on which ones to order and stuff.

Sorry, babbling today. At work I have to be short and precise in everything I write, so it's nice not to worry about being coherent.

Sure, coherency is needed, but I can be a bit more wordy and not put off the toughest of you.

Work is fun, by the way. The project I was hired to work on, is up and running now and suddenly I have tons and tons of work to do. But all good. It's challenging, but so far I'm on that "I can do this!" high, and enjoying myself thoroughly.