I nearly ran over a dog about an hour ago. Four of them were running around, barking like mad, and one took a sharp left into the street. I stopped, felt my wheel hit something, and I think I screamed for a good ten seconds. The dog was okay, though; it ran back to a lawn nearby, and someone standing nearby called that he was all right. Scared the everliving fuck out of me, though. People seriously need to control their pets.
Wedding planning continues, as Dre and I try to stay on top of this so it doesn't bury us. Our wedding party has been asked, we have our budget now, and we drew up a preliminary guest list. I need to do more address gathering. A lot more address gathering. We'll see how things pan out... I hope people don't give me a hard time if they don't end up invited; we don't have even half of the money spent on an average wedding.
Now to cut my nails and reread Edgar Huntly.