Day Eighty-Two

The Thank You Malfunction

So, Adam and I are a bit behind on sending out our thank you cards. On accident. In the midst of marrying, moving, furnishing, growing, spending, learning, and all the other -ings imaginable, we've managed to gloss over the upmost appreciation we owe to our friends. Not our best move. In a sudden panic after realizing this last night, I went into survival mode. I tossed and turned in my attempts to fall asleep, but was unsuccessful. Fearing that our closest friends and family would harbor some sort of ill will towards us, I designed a Conley thank you card in my head before finally falling asleep. I managed a quick sigh before dozing off. Feeling confident in my ideas, I woke up ready to meet the challenge. Did today turn out as I had imagined? Of course not. By now, I had envisioned the two of us giggling over wedding memories, sipping coffee, and jamming out to our favorite Chris Tomlin songs. Well, let's just say, there was no giggling, no sipping, and certainly no jamming. I instead turned into Scary Kendall the Grump, who's frustration tipped the scales. (Turns out that the "Mays Girl" gene has still got ahold of me). With foggy ideas reminiscing from the night before, I spent the day creating the perfect thank you photos to send out. And we LOVE them. The problems, of course, were seen only at the end of the day, once we went to get them printed. The Instant Prints at Wal-Mart are more expensive, but they're printed immediately. And I'm ok with that. But the machine wasn't. After waiting half and hour for 2 prints, we receive notice that the printer was actually broken. Oh, wonderful. We could have handed them to One-Hour Photo, spent 30 more minutes there, and walked away with our 60 prints. Instead, I managed a smile and stomped quietly out of the store. Well, Plan A was to go to Walgreens anyways, so that's where we headed. All the way across town. After a few minutes, my pretend smile slowly morphed itself into a real-life scowl. Not good. I asked if I could print off some "practice" prints to compare the difference between "matte" and "glossy." I want these to be perfect, and the man kindly printed them off. When they came out, I was horrified. The work I had done to the photo was completely cropped out. And furthermore, the print had blurred so badly that I immediately panicked. Did our photographer really send us photos that we're not able to use? I was in a nightmare. And I was hungry. Again, not good. When we got home, I loaded the "official wedding" disc, opened the photo and was relieved to see that it was me that had made a mistake in my upload. Nightmare over. The photographs we had done are more than capable of being printed as 4x6s. The only problem now? I had to start all the way over. With the new photo. Well, tomorrow should be much better. We'll get our prints and start the "giggling, sipping, jamming" process that I had originally planned. Hopefully this time, I'm right. 

(I don't know how he manages me, but Adam is amazing.)