Okay, so it turns out that it is hard work to plan a wedding, especially if you are as unfancy as I am.  If I have learned anything from 57 years in college (and it’s safe to say that maybe I did) it’s that I don’t get anything done until the last minute. Plus it’s more fun to talk about what we would have happen but most likely will not (Unity Lasers). Both my father and Future Husband, independently of each other, have suggested a pizza party and a gun that shoots t-shirts for the reception. They will both be disappointed. Though a pizza party would be awesome.