Edison & the Printer

When I started the wedding proceedings I had a definite attitude of I’m a smart bride, and Everyone who gets married gets brainwashed by the bridal industry except for me. I snooped around for the best deal on a dress, I grabbed as many items as I could either on sale or on eBay, I did the flowers myself with my mom and sister’s help, and I was going to print all of my own invitations and programs.

Now I’m realizing why women pay other people to do these things. I didn’t mind the flower arranging or the bargain shopping, but these invitations are killing me. Mine are extremely simple, but it still feels like there’s a zillion little pieces of paper that go into each envelope.

However, there’s one member of this household that’s enjoyed this process…Edison.

Edison has never really seen a printer in action, and he’s fascinated. He keeps jumping onto the table where the printer sits, watching the papers feed into the printer and slide out again. He touches the papers gently with his paw and studies them closely. It almost seems like he can read. I guess Mike didn’t name him after a genius for nothing.

It’s officially two months and two days until the wedding. I wonder if Edison is smart enough to learn how to print my programs.