Who's ready for some flames? I know I am.
Last night I was so excited to get home to look at the disk my photographer sent me with my e-pics. I waited until 11:00 for FI to get home so we could look at them together. When I put the disk in the computer, my heart sank. There were only a few new photos -- all the rest I had seen online already, and it was nowhere near all of the photos. I was so upset I started crying. FI was upset, too, which is a big deal because he hasn't really gotten too flustered over this whole photography ordeal. I went to bed upset and woke up upset. I now have to call the photographer today and, without getting emotional, figure out where. the. hell. my. photos. are.
So I'm flaming my photographer today. And every day for the last month and a half.