Saturday is my favorite day of the week.
I don’t get to sleep in. I don’t get to stay in my pj’s all day long.
I don’t get to catch up to the TV shows I’ve missed during the week.
It’s Saturday, and I must go to work.
Work usually starts with a pretty bride, getting prettied up.
(I know weddings are supposed to be a bride&groom kind of thing, but secretly, this is my favorite part)
After all the preparation, I then get to go outside and play.
I make silly pictures;
Glamorous pictures;
Intoxicated-with-love pictures.
Then, I move on to all the details.
OH THE DETAILS.
I get the blings;
I get the flawless decoration;
Every color, every texture;
I get the occasional grass-baby;
(How I love grass-babies!- every wedding should have at least one or two)
And a lot more details.
Later on, I hunt lovebirds down.
And there is the occasional marathon.
By the end of the day, though joyful, I am DEAD.
Working on Saturdays is tough!
But hey, someone has to do the dirty job 
Yours Truly,
PG
