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I like to compare planning a wedding to the feeling I get when Sadie barks and I tell her to stop. Then she keeps barking and the sound is like someone unwrapping a snack cake the second you fall asleep for a long nap. Then I tell her to stop again and my voice gets louder. STOPBARKINGPLEASEFORTHELOVEOFGOD. Then I mentally throw her off the balcony and the thought makes me feel so guilty I pick her up lovingly. Ooh I think I've just figured out why she keeps barking. So far we've called 18-thousand places and I just want the whole thing to be tied up in a nice little Tiffany-like, blue box package. Except I want it to be mine, all mine, the thoughts, the decorations, the natural feel of it all. Which means details and that brings me back to the barking.