So my dad called yesterday. A woman in a different neighborhood in Cincinnati had found some of my wedding pictures lying on the side of the road. She then tracked down my dad (using Anne & Matt and probably the reception location, maybe the fact that there's a picture of my wedding program with my full name on it, who knwos) to tell him that she had this.
Turns out, it's my wedding album!! Like the really expensive one from my photographer. My dad just picked it up. He said that other than a few scuff marks on the cover, it's absolutely gorgeous!
I called my photographer to say "WHAT. THE. FUUUCK!!!" He then raced over to a package that he received yesterday from the album company. In it was a pristine version of my wedding album. Our best guess is that since the company didn't receive a delivery confirmation on the first one, they sent a second one.
I guess "all's well that ends well", since this now means that I have not one, but TWO copies of the super, ridiculously nice album!
Anyway, total weirdness.